A Tribe of Women

Do I know the greatest women in the world, or what?

I know at least one woman whose sparkling laughter could save the world, if we could get enough people to listen. I know another woman who can make me laugh until I’m reduced to tears and in danger of wetting my pants. Yet another possesses a wild, wooley spirit that makes everyone around her smile.

I know poets who take my breath away — and bring out all the petty jealousy I wish I could deny.

I know artists who have adorned my home with sacred roots and magical birds and brazen magenta magnolia pods.

I know women who make God sit up and take notice when they pray and women with the gift of powerful silence. Women whose music makes me ache and weep and throw wide my arms to let it all in. Women who are wise and women who are like children in the joy they feel and the joy they create. Women who write and teach and garden and give and polish up the world’s beauty on a daily basis.

All of them are God’s unique way of loving me by providing everything I need for joy, wisdom and unconditional love.

I spent the first 40 years of my life holding myself back from the friendship of women. I didn’t know how to be part of their tribe. I didn’t even know I wanted to be part of the family of women. Imagine my surprise when I learned that the women I was working so hard to keep out knew every secret I had ever thought was hidden from me, and were willing to share it.

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