At the family reunion, I made my best connection with my cousin Susan, really my mother's first cousin. We were simply immediately friends, which was terrific. The last time I know I saw her was at her younger sister's wedding when I was 10ish or younger. Her husband had been stationed in West Berlin and she spoke of one place being so many "kay" away from another place and even though I had had the metric system in fifth grade, I had no idea what she was talking about.
I noticed the goddess pendant she wore, quite similar to my favorite earrings, and when quite soon we recognized each other for what we are, the black sheep of the family, she listed as her first black sheep trait that she's a witch. I touched her pendant, indicating that I had already guessed and unintentionally reminding her to drop the necklace behind her collar. I wouldn't've thought to hide it because, as she herself said, lots of people just admire the goddess shape for its aesthetic value without realizing what it might represent. Later in the day she explained us to her sister. "We're both witches," and I said no, saying that I'm not but do sympathize with Wicca more than with the predominant religions of my culture, especially my mother's newfound fundamental evangelicalism.
What I wanted to say is that we're kindred spirits, but I didn't because I was restraining that book thing in front of the non-kindred spirit, and refraining from claiming kinship in front of a non-kindred spirit, and also sparing my kindred spirit from an Anne of Green Gables references, because the best thing besides her being a kindred spirit is that her husband is from, and they now live on, Prince Edward Island. I am promised that when (when!) I visit, we can do all the cheesy stuff.