Perhaps this is a somewhat cliché, or a rather trendy term, but I think the underlying meaning still rings true. Who belongs in your tribe? Who makes up your family, your friends, your community? Who are those people that you connect with unlike any others?
Like minded people can be found everywhere. The key is to have the open eyes, open mind and open heart to see them and seek them out.
Sometimes people see in us things that we think we are hiding from the world. Perhaps its in a particular word or phrase we speak, or that subtle piece of jewellery that means so much that it becomes part of us. Or perhaps is something less subtle, a simple energy that connects like minded souls.
This week I noticed many of these connections. They come in all ages and sizes, gender, educational level, and socioeconomic status. They are found in different places too. Work, the local coffee shop, the market, the little indie restaurant visited for dessert after the movies.
Who is in my tribe? The earth lovers, the gardeners, the independent farmers, the spirited, the indigo children, the dreamers, the lovers, the compassionate, the empaths, the wise and the wistful…kindred spirits, those who have creativity, visions and dreams, the gentle souls, and those who have a deep connect with nature. Those are the people in my tribe, in my community.
This weekend I had the joy and pleasure to watch a dear friend get married. It truly was a joyous occasion for these two seemed so perfectly matched for one another. I have watched her change and grow into a better person during their courtship and engagement. He has definitely influenced her in many good ways. In turn, she has also influenced others with her spirit, grace and behaviour.
Some think that being divorced and weddings don’t mix. That there is bitterness there, perhaps even a selfish hope that others’ marriages will fail. Misery loves company. But I don’t feel this way. My marriage was built on shaky ground; on the shoulders of one, not both partners. My marriage wasn’t built from true love, respect, and equality. I also recognize the difference. And because I do, this allows me to be genuinely happy for my friend and her new husband.
Marriage can and does work. And perhaps some day I too may find someone worth marrying. Someone who does not use me but rather wants to walk side by side through life. I am still hopeful that one day I will find what my friend found.
This week I silently began to say goodbye to a career path that I have been on for the last fifteen to twenty years. As I watched careers begin for others, I began to say goodbye to the one I have known for so many years. It is not a sad goodbye, just not known to the world yet. It is merely a new path; a vector if you will.
Yet, it feels right. I am happy with this new path. I feel like this is somehow where I was meant to be headed, and instead of being wrought with stress and fear of never being enough, I now feel valued and at peace.
This will be a long goodbye, I will do it right. But as I do so, I look forward to what this new future will look like. I am inspired and I feel my creativity surging yet again. I feel the weight and heaviness of the old career melting away as I embrace my new endeavour. And I’m happy. I feel my energy returning. I feel my posture beginning to straighten metaphorically (and perhaps physically), my eyes feel brighter, and my mind sharper.
I am ready.
This week has been quite a ride! There have been so many ups and downs that I really truly felt like I was on a rollercoaster at the fair. My mother went in for surgery at the beginning of the week that had me nervous and frightened for her. Coupled with the fact that we live many miles apart, it is difficult to carry on with life as usual while my heart and thoughts are there with her. Where things lie for her are still a little unknown for me, so there will be a quick trip home to see her in the not too distant future.
These are the times when you realize how things change with aging parents and the medical complications that arise with senior years. I always assumed it would be my dad that would be needing extra care. He always led a hard physical life with his work, and I just assumed that he would be the one with physical issues in his later years. So far, he has still been going relatively strong. My mother, on the other hand, she has had her challenges. A couple of strokes, relatively minor and caught early enough for the interventions to be effective thankfully, cancer, and now this.
Life is unpredictable.
What this teaches me, is that you don’t wait to tell someone how you feel. Don’t wait to say I love you…wear your heart on your sleeve. Be vulnerable, be spontaneous, be silly. Enjoy life. Because you really don’t know what is around the corner.