At the root of it all....going back to my roots.

I sit at a table surrounded my women. I have known some of them for nearly a decade. By nature, I have always been a bit of a tomboy. I feel more comfortable in the company of dudes. Easy going, casual, and drama free…. I relate to that.

But tonight something profound happened. I found myself bonded to this group of women by shared experiences, common beliefs, and similar passions and goals. An experience of female strength I have lacked in other facets of my life. These remarkable ladies have seen me at my highest high and lowest low, and continue to love me completely all the same.

I think that is a feeling I have lacked, or missed, in the past year. The knowledge of a relaxed bond with the same gender is something I have taken for granted, and almost forgotten. But it isn’t being of the same gender which bonds us. It’s our love of music and dance, strength in faith and spirituality, humor and giving nature. We talked about poetry, love, hurt, growth and desires. Where we have been, are now, and where we’d like to be are all parallel and those tracks of life continue to cross and run side by side, building momentum.

Tonight I am grateful for my fellow woman. I've gone back to my roots and they are strong and deeply seeded.

I am blessed.