found outside my back door today.
an offering for the women in my tribe.
you know who you are.
we spoke on the phone this morning as i took my walk.
you helped to write the story of my past from your memory.
you sent me an email this afternoon, full of rawness and heart.
i could sense your unfolding.
you commented here on this blog.
you stopped by my home, didn't notice my mess.
offered to take my son out for the afternoon.
i cried with you yesterday; you didn't waver or judge my struggle.
we chatted a few days back.
i look forward to seeing you.
you invited me over to dance, fed me and gave me a nest.
you told me the truth.
we snuggled and watched a bad movie.
sat on a volcano and laughed our asses off.
after you kicked mine.
drummed and chanted.
painted and photographed.
climbed a whole lot of hills.
and swapped dresses.
some of you i've never seen, only exchanged words and images.
i feel kindred and grateful just the same.
it's impossible to articulate this stuff without sounding all bette midler and beaches.
but, damn if it isn't true.
you see me.
you get me.
you want me to fly.
and i really do want only the same for you.
rock on, bluebirds.