Lately I've been thinking of being part of a tribe. Wikipedia says, Many anthropologists used the term tribal society to refer to societies organized largely on the basis of kinship . How I've been loving the word kinship. In my last post I was sharing the idea about small gatherings with friends, such experiences are lasting and precious.
Something in me is changing since turning 30. I want to face some of my fears, I worry less about what others think, I'm more at peace with my body and I want to bond more with people I love. Life is becoming such a rich experience. I have a husband and three lovely girls, it takes time for such things to sink in, I'm a mother!
This photo stood out to me when I found it. It says so much about what I value in life, what I desire. I see myself as the one with the red and grey sweater being a part of love that knows no age and values strength expressed through vulnerability and caring.
A few years ago I heard a woman talk about her tribe, a group of maybe five or six women comprising of artists, authors, maybe chefs (hopefully one of those in mine) mothers and women who know who they are. They all bring to the table their unique story, their love for one another and a way to fully express themselves in this life because they each have a sounding board thus creating a way to ground themselves.
I know if I spend a few hours on my friend's couch (Beckie, I love that you live only two minutes from my house) just being myself whatever that looks like at the time I come home more peaceful and excited for what that looks like. I welcome the tribe into my life and I realize that blogging has been the beginning of that for me.
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