A few of the tribe come together, the warmth, the laughter, easy sharing, caring, catching up, so good, so good.
What does the tribe do? Some how through some magic, a sense of belonging, knowing, acceptance, concern. It fortifies, reassures, comforts.
My tribe? At least two. SCHS85, SCU89. When I’m with these people the thick thread rises up from the ground, pulls taught, a line from then until now. In this moment, I know this, I’m better with them, for them, the tribe, my people, stories, lives lived, it gives, power.
The tribe gives power, the tribe let’s love shine through, let’s love shine through.