There are good ships, and there are wood ships,
The ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships, are friendships,
And may they always be.
In a life that has gone anything but straight and easy, I am incredibly blessed by the tribe of family and friends who love me so well. I always knew I was a lucky girl, to be loved so, by such wonderful folk, but I never really appreciated that as deeply as I do now. Always there with a helping hand, a steady elbow, and best of all kindness and understanding, my tribe gets me through even the toughest days.
Without this wonderfully varied, loving, foolish tribe of mine, I would be adrift on an endless sea of depression. They are my lighthouse, saving me from dashing myself upon the ledges, my safe harbor in stormy weather, my life raft when the ship goes down. As I drift along on the tumultuous sea of life, they are my sanctuary.
My tribe is solid full of people who lift me up on the down days. People who cheer my every success and listen to every fear and failure. They get me to appointments, take me on trips, bring me food and beverages, help me peddle books, and jump in when I have a big idea that needs many hands to become a reality. They talk me down when I’m overwhelmed and lift me up when I’m floundering. They remind me that I am awesome when I forget. They are my sounding boards, my cheerleaders, my allies in life, my tribe.
Have you found your tribe? People who love you. People who lift you. I hope you all have. You just never know when you will need that life raft.