There they are: my women, my tribe my best friends, and – when you get down to it: my family.
I came away from our all too brief weekend together feeling utterly blessed. We did what we do – laughed, giggled, argued, debated, hugged, shared our deepest secrets, hopes, fears. There is nothing I have to hide from these women.
These women know my heart as well as I know it. And to open up my heart to them, and to have it received with grace and love, is perhaps the greatest blessing I know.
I recall being cradled when I did a program called the wall. When I am with these women, I am cradled – perhaps not physically, but in every other way and truthfully, it’s a deeper and richer experience.
And so this morning I drove home, feeling loved and, more importantly, feeling loving.
And stronger – ready to meet what lies ahead and there’s a helluva a lot that lies ahead.