This past weekend members of my tribe surprised me with the greatest gift of all, their presence. It was a celebration of my rebirth, as I cannot think of a better way to describe it. I was humbled and honored, as I always am by these extraordinary women.
There was something about the air that evening that just felt like breath. New life. We have all gone through major transitions this year and I felt as though we all sat back and were awed by them. Storytelling is an art, as is listening. To be among women who could do both, is powerful. It was also interesting to hear one another’s shared experience and perspective of our own story. How they felt. What they knew or didn’t know. We all seemed to want to understand and yet we knew none of us could walk in one another’s shoes, just beside, holding hands.
Life simply needs witnesses. Whether we are reflecting on our own or among loving friends, all of us just want to be seen, heard, and understood. The art of showing up, is just that, an art. It is crafted and done in our own way. We each leave our own imprint on one another. The way in which we show up for one another varies and changes, but it always contains impact. Purpose. Meaning. Love.
This year has been one that has really challenged me to access what I need, truly need. In my heart. My mind. My body. And, especially my soul. What I have come to realize is that I need what was gifted to me this weekend. Love. Witnesses. To use my voice. To speak my truth. To allow love into my life. To allow myself to be seen, even if I am not what I like to think of as the best version of myself. To be open. To love back, unconditionally. To see my soul sisters, these powerhouse supersheroes, that emulate the purpose of life.
I am profoundly grateful to know these women. They have changed my life and my capacity to live. I am stronger because of them. I can hold more because of them. I can be seen because of them. I can love and be loved, because they taught me how. They witness and hold in the most graceful and powerful way. Pure light. Laughter. Joy. Depth. Compassion. The utmost freedom to be oneself is all anyone can hope for. They teach me that I am okay and will always be okay.
Story tell. Say the things that often go unsaid. Speak your truth. Show up for the ones you love, and tell them just how much they mean to you. Share. Allow all the light in, even to the darkest places. Pour all of the gold into the cracks. It’s all an art, life, and living it.
Let’s rise,
