I am not a mother,  I have no children of my own. I am not even married.  I am a graying single woman who is surrounded by more family, more sisters, and more children then I could have ever dreamed.

I have been given the gift of coming from a beautiful family that raised me well, cherished me, called me smart, a princess, a woman of compassion, my parents told me I could do anything, be anything.  I believed them.  And this family that I was born into loved me enough to let me go.  They sent me here to India, they are sharing me and upholding me.   And here I am bewildered and amazed by the gift of more family.

I see women come through the doors of Sari Bari and find something they have been longing for, a safe place, a community, a family.  We are a unique family, heavy on the x chromosome but thankfully cherish the few who carry the y chromosome ( they redeem the whole lot with their presence and because of who they are among us).  We are a family that mourns the losses in our midst, a family of hope addicted crazy dreamers who believe that impossible is possible, a family that spends most of its time just being together, working alongside each other, supporting, listening and moving forward one step at a time.

today, we celebrate the 5 year anniversary of Sari Bari and they many beautiful, amazing women who are the core of our family.  I may being graying but I am so not alone and so very thankful to celebrate our life together this week as we travel to a hill station (a short 8 hour train ride and 5 hour jeep ride away) to mark this moment in time, to remember all that has happened and to look foward with Hope to a future whose seeds have been planted but have yet to bloom.