I was recently posed the question, "What is your tribe?" To me, tribes have always been associated with ancient civilizations, distinct traditions, and an array of pictures similar to those that appear in a Google image search. It's strange to peel away nomadic visuals and get to the root of the word. However, upon pushing aside my preconceived ideas about tribes, I began to think more critically about the tribe with which I identify.
I came to the conclusion that my tribe is not concrete. I do not know all of the members of my tribe. My tribe is composed of all of the souls who live openly- those I know and those to whom I have yet to connect. My tribe is made up of those with whom I feel at home.
I feel at home with those who create space for all I, as well as everyone who crosses their paths, has to offer. I find myself in line with those who are willing to meet each person where they are authentically, and learn from or simply experience them. It is the welcome, blank slate I appreciate- to give me a chance to show up, connect from and to who I am. I am given a chance to find myself in relationship, and I hope and try to offer the same to the world and those who join or belong to my tribe.
There is freedom, acceptance, reciprocating compassion, and excitement in my tribe. There is soul connection.
It isn't often that I seek out those who belong to the tribe I defined. Yet, in looking at the people around whom I find myself feeling the most safe, it is these common themes that tie them together. It isn't our insecurities, judgments, or negative experiences that create deep associations, but rather the platform for positivity, growth, and honesty.
I've begun noticing myself inquiring upon introductions if the person in front of me belongs to my tribe. Similarly, I've been far more aware of the ways I am showing up. Am I in congruence with the 'I' I want to be in the world? Am I offering what I'd like to receive? Is my energy going to attract the influences and supports I need and desire? Can I gain connection? Am I belonging to those to whom I'd like to belong?
It seems far from the painted faces and tribal garments of my imagination, but the binding of beliefs gives the tribes connected in spirits and intentions an equally distinguished appeal.