I was thinking that I would do Tarot on Tuesdays in this blog, and the tarot card/archetype which I am feeling should be pondered is the card which, to me, represents the quintessential self – that state of being that exists prior to manifestation into a physical being.  That card is the Fool Card.

Normally I would insert pictures of numerous Fool cards here to reflect upon the many ways in which this idea is presented by artists who produce tarot decks – all of the various metaphors for this archetypical idea – but I don’t know where Chip moved my box of Tarot decks the last time he cleaned out our room so Tarot on Tuesdays will have to await a later Tuesday.  This Tuesday I want to talk about one of my sisters. 

I have three sisters.  My first sister, Michelle, came to me through my step-mother Donna when she married my Father.  What I love about my sister Michelle is, though we are not biological sisters, I look more like her than anyone else in my family.  As we share the same name, it is even more fun.  But she’s not the sister I want to talk about.

My baby sister is Liana.  She is just the most beautiful girl in the world and I adore her.  I don’t look anything like her, but I wish I did!!  But she’s not the sister I want to talk about either.

This is the sister I want to talk about.

This is my sister Danielle, who I waited 15 years to get!!  

When she was growing up I was living with Gram and then off to college.   This is a picture of my college dorm room where her pictures were prominantly displayed. 

Still, with the age difference and never living together, you would not have expected us to be close.

So while I adored her, we didn’t really become “friends” until, as a teenager, she started listening to the music of U2.  Wow – we finally had a language we could communicate with – music!!  Her friends thought that having a sister who did tarot was cool too.  Who knew!!  The age difference started to blur.

Then she went off to college and really blossomed as a person.  We would talk about life and movies and things going on in her life, but we lived three hours apart and did not see each other alot.  Yet we could talk about anything with each other and I just loved the person she was becoming.  Though our lives took different turns – she was the artist, I the lawyer – we always had things to talk about together.  We ended up getting married within one week of each other – me the last weekend in May and her the first weekend in June – in the same year!!  My wedding was a come as you are wedding in an irish pub – hers was a beautiful affair in a castle on the ocean.  We both were comfortable in either setting.

Our next big bonding moment came when my nephew was born – on my husband’s birthday.  In my hippie youth I was, among other things, a lay midwife and caught many a baby in my time.  So when my sister decided to have Emmet through natural childbirth she called me to be part of the birth.  Is there anything more special than sharing the miracle of childbirth with your sister?  She was amazingly strong and beautiful throughout Emmet’s birth and I was (and am) so proud of her.  We both have one son (though I gained three more later in my life) and we both had anterior lips during our childbirths that slowed up the process.  (Technical term which refers to a portion of the cervix that does not want to pull back over the baby’s head – we can leave the childbirth stuff to a later blog post (grin)). 

Now we bond over yarn and knitting.  We both look at patterns and knitting blogs and yarn sites and we share our projects and ideas.  I buy her yarn during the year so she can have something to look forward to at Christmas – though this year I am kinda blowing it because I am consulting with her on what she wants to make so I am sure that I am getting her yarn that she will actually use in the amounts she needs to complete the projects.  I am rationalizing it by saying that this way I am dragging Christmas out over the whole year.  We are friends on Ravelry and talk more now than we probably ever did before.  The years become less and less noticeable the older we get. 

We both blog.  She has been doing it a long time and that is what got me thinking about doing it.  That and her telling me all the time that I should write a blog.  A link to her blog – A Work in Progress – is on my front page.  There you can see what a beautiful woman she grew into.  I love to check in on her blog to see what she is writing about that day.  She makes me smile.

So my beautiful sister Danielle, today’s blog is for you.  I love you.  Your big sister Shelly.

About Shelly R.

I am a Mother, a daughter, a sister, a wife, an attorney, a crafter and the granddaughter of an amazing woman - my Polish Grandmother. My Grandmother gave me so much, through her love and her patience, her sayings and her time teaching me how to craft and to give to others, that it seemed fitting to share some of that wisdom, to tell some of her story, and to chat about life and crafts in a way that would be a testament to what she gave me.
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2 Responses to Danielle

  1. danielle says:

    AWWWWW!! I love this post! Look how cute we were together! I never saw that picture before. I love you.

  2. Barbara Antonelli says:

    Wow,that was beautiful Shelly,it brought tears to my eyes….Love,Mom

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