The sister creatives have gathered in my heart.
Friends and strangers who give voice to Beauty andHope.
Women who hear the universal call
in these troubled times to notice out loud
as it threads itself in golden connections
linking the deepest groaning of the spirit.
Women who yell and whisper the quiet things into being.
Love the tribal wisdom humbly passed from generation to generation.
The collectors of heart tears ready to replenish and re-water the thirsty roots.
Tribal fingers that touch fingertips through the darkness.
and the continued nurturing of the Sisters who help me celebrate the rose petals of my life that continue to unfold.