COLLECTING SISTERS // Perhaps it’s because I have no sisters by blood that I spend so much of my time sistering. The Healing Collective is the most obvious example – a sisterhood of women walking with one another through healing from chronic unwellness.
But I also collect sisters every where I go. I am always on the look out for them. They are the treasures in this life.
Today I am opening up my chest and admiring the jewels. I am in awe of them. Just these past weeks they showed up to say the kind things that I could not find the words to say to myself. They were loyal and fierce. They owned my passions and poured themselves into them as if they were their own. These sisters are rock solid AND shiny. Clear and gorgeous through and through.
This is my view before I met with one of them over tea and madeleines to give some structure and more life to my book. It was an organizational meeting in the planning of it but in action it was so much more. I was doubting it all. We both cried with excitement as she promised me the value in my work and in this new form. How do I translate the work from the Collective to the page? Can I tell the stories of healing that I have gathered in a way that will do them justice? I have to try. There is value in trying.
I listened in the audience to @cherylstrayed at @supersoul Sessions say that with her first book she had to write the only book she knew how, the book that was already inside of her.
It took @dawndorland and those barely sipped teas and scarfed down between words madeleines to remind me of those words.
And it was her sistering that I needed that day, but other sistering the days before that allowed me to even sit down at that table. I am so grateful. I know how to sister because I am sistered. Thank you.
Tag your sisterhood to say thank you too. Tap to see just a few more of my sisters. They are gooders.
