My Tribe

To my dear bloggy friends,

I’m sorry it’s been so long since I checked in here with my actual voice. Truthfully, I’ve felt quite stuck in place, and really unable to move many places outside of the muddy waters of my head. I really am okay, though, and although I’ve still got quite the ways up the hill to travel: I’m getting there, one step at a time. I hope you can forgive my absence.

I was thinking of you all as I ran home from the lake, earlier, actually, and so I wanted to pop in and share my musings. I so appreciate the time you take to read my words and have them connect with the world you are creating inside of yourself. I’ve been searching for ‘boats like me’ this whole time. A tribe, to help me feel as though I belong somewhere.

Well. How about it when, pounding the pavement trying my best to not completely die, I realised…I’ve already found my tribe.

It’s all of you.

Isn’t that the most beautiful, wonderful thing?

I accidentally created my own tribe, and all this time I had no idea that’s what you were.

My tribe. My soul friends. I mean, really, that’s what you are isn’t it, and I think that is all the lovely things.

It occurred to me as I made my way back from the lake that even if we’ve never communicated: our energy connects as soon as you read my words and feel something. And according to the soft girl inside of me, the power of non-verbal communication (however invisible and abstract) is just as powerful a communication tool as the use of words. (How funny I’m saying that with actual words.)

And so it was that I discovered just exactly why this little bloggy land of mine has always felt so much like home.

It’s because it is. Home. To me and my tribe, my very bloggy family.

Thank you so much for allowing me to share a team with you, guys.

It really is the loveliest thing in the world.

xx Brooke