Sister Creatives.

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.