What I love most about women is our ability to nurture like nobody’s business. My favorite passage from THE WISDOM OF HAIR, except for the one towards the end that will make you stand up and cheer, comes at a time when the protagonist, Zora, is at her lowest moment.
There is so much in this world I’ll never know, that I’ll never understand, but one thing I know for certain, there is a bond of sisterhood and friendship that overrides all things. It came to me before sunup the next morning as a ready-made rescue with tears and hugs that drew me in, almost suffocating me with its warmth and safety. It came with a knock at the door, after I’d been asleep for a good while. The woman peeked out the little window and opened the door. Sara Jane and her mama came into the room like a whirlwind, with their coats over their bathrobes. They had not even stopped to dress.
We all stood there huddled up, crying, although they had no idea as to exactly why. They were crying for me because I hurt so badly, because they loved me and would never let me bear the pain I felt alone. The sisterhood had driven two hundred and twenty-five miles to my rescue in no time flat, and not even the Rapture itself could have kept them from getting to me.
I’m grateful for the invisible bond that lifts us up from our lowest moments and stirs inside of us, reminding me to pass it on. Yes, the sisterhood is alive and well in all of us. Pay attention to it. Nurture it. Pass it on!