A few weeks ago, I read this lovely post on women and connection and support. It has stuck with me (as so many things I read there do) and I have found myself reflecting on the concept of tribe quite a bit; specifically about the shifts and changes in my personal tribe over the years.
The times of large groups of friends and those of smaller clusters. The people who have been in my life for years and those who have been with me for a season. Those that I lean on daily and those who were there for me in one pivotal moment. Those who make radically different choices and those whose life’s trajectory could be my own. Those I’ve actually met and those to whom I am connected to through words.
My tribe has been everything from dinner with a huge table full of women in my college residence hall; to beers at the bar with one dear friend. It’s made up of mothers by birth and marriage; aunts both familial and chosen. Cousins and friend-siblings. Mentors, advisors and godparents. Co-workers turned friends and bloggers whose words speak to my soul.
As I think of this kaleidoscope of women, I realize that there aren’t really adequate words to express their collective and individual impact on my life. I can only simply state that I am grateful. For the women I know, have known and will know. For my tribe as it exists today and for what it will evolve into tomorrow.