tribe
January 18, 2016 § 4 Comments
Who is your tribe?
Those souls who lend companionship and sight; a place in the world mapped by an external expression of an internal acknowledgment of “me, too.”
My people come from the broken places of beautiful lives.
Mothers of children with special needs who celebrate the lessons of hard experiences with honesty for tender truths.
Couples who love fiercely and fight gently.
Families living through multigenerational cycles of unhealthy patterns who navigate pain for peace.
Women who don’t always love their bodies, but want to.
Parents parenting who aren’t certain they know how.
Imperfect friendships and perfect strangers destined to meet.
Adults who still harbor childhood dreams.
Authors of unfinished stores.
Romantics and realists.
These are my people.
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Those that reach out from their hearts.
Beautifully written Marie.
Who reach from their hearts – yes!
You are truly lucky.
Or maybe your vision is better than most.
Lucky, indeed.