Suddenly, I wake up to community that GETS me. In so many
ways. Women with stories and badassery, women with words and immovable ideas.
All of us still struggling to write more, do more, be more, write more. I’ve
been taking this class for more than a month now and have been hanging out with
my own new thoughts and with new women. I can’t get enough of this. My words
are more mine now. My story more mine. My mission more mine. I am more mine.
I can’t let go of this group. They are now a part of me, and
I need women like this in my life for the rest of my life. I’m just shy of
feeling anxious about how to keep the conversation going. How do I connect? How
do I maintan? I don’t even know most of them well. Just an intrinsic trust
that what we say together is accepted, amplified, clarified, blessed. We are
all reaching toward who we want to be when we grow up. And we are discovering
as well that we never want to grow up. At least, that’s me. (Projection much? Lol.)
So. This is what TRIBE feels like? This is what I’ve been
missing and yearning for all my life? I’m now happily addicted, and I now swear
I shall never go without again. This is too… what’s the word? Explosive, enriching,
essential, nurturing, rocket fueling? Words ironically fail me now as I try to
express how writing with this group of women means to me.
My sister-from-another-mister Rachel and I started talking a
couple of years ago about women who are on The Journey. They are different
women. They hear something different inside themselves, and as like calls to
like, they hear something different in the world. We strive and struggle differently.
Restless, but not wanton. Misunderstood, and almost always “too much” for other
people. Hyper analytical, too word-full, too thinky thinky. Rachel and I talked
about trying to find more women. More more more. And here they are. I have to
get Rachel into this. (just texted her – she has to do this) We weren’t too
much. The worlds we were trying to inhabit were too little.
Far be it from me to be the obnoxious, overzealous new
convert to some idea that prescribes my solution for my life to everyone else
and their lives. But, really. Tribe is where it’s at. It’s hard to find, but
like any great treasure, you will hardly have time to regret the journey’s
difficulty when you are basking in the glow of your tribe. Go get you some! All
women need tribe!
