Here in the middle of my life, I am taking inroads discover who I am, where I am going, and who I want to be when I grow up. I had spent so much of my adult life working for a living, and making a home for family, that I had neglected my spirit. I just kept going and doing like a mad women, until I approached the age of 50. “I’ll take time to be creative when I’m not as busy”, I told myself.
Suddenly I became aware that this promised time was drifting out of my reach. It was up to me to just stand still and take stock. I began to realize that I needed to make the time, now. The house might not get cleaned as often, and short cuts would rule for dinner (most of the time); it was time for me to meet some other needs.
I thank my friends, and the many kind ears of my dental hygiene patients over the years. All of them listened and encouraged me. I came to a realization that women truly are a sisterhood. We relate to common experiences, and share our wisdom.
Women are built tough. We have to be, we are the steel hand in the velvet glove. We ensure the survival of the species, or at least we have until now.
Here is a poem that speaks to all women.
Blessings!
Joan
One Tribe
Have you felt
With passing years
A more pressing need
To connect with other women
To share observations
And Laughter
To offer advice
Or garner wisdom?
Do you feel drawn
As if by a magnetic force
To be with your own kind?
For these women are a tribe
Your tribe
No one else will ever
Understand your struggle
As they will
Women are our people
When we come together
We feel a oneness
A sisterhood united
When we come together
We are at home
Joan Ellen Gage 
Joan Ellen,I like this poem very much. It speaks to my heart, mind, and soul. My mother, sister and I are very close. I recall I was very close to my aunts–Aunt Mary Lou and Aunt Oma, when they were alive. The sisterhood of women is a gift.Thank you for visiting my blog.
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Thank you Brenda Kay! Thank you for visiting here, also. You are always welcome.
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