Where are the Others?
Jacques-Clement Wagrez, French Artist “The Storyteller”
I’ve been thinking much of late, of what it means today, to say to someone, “Your part of my Tribe”. Of course, this means nothing of being part of any indigenous Indian tribe, though there are many, but more of a recognition, that you’ve met someone who thinks, acts, or likes the same things. However, I truly believe, this is something far more unique, almost magical, when you look at words, and stories, as writers are oft to do.
Being a lover of words, stories, and the unique art of putting them together, can make one feel very alone. My musings in the past have left me concerned, if I was crazy, or forever doomed to be this oddball amongst my friends. Until, I met someone who understood poetry, and all these wonderful words, and gave them meaning in written form.
The world doesn’t feel so lonely anymore, and my concerns over if I’m crazy. . . . .ok maybe a little, and finding many creative souls here, has reassured me, I am in very good company. I certainly mean that as the highest compliment I can give. Thank you for your encouragement, for sharing your gifts and talents, you inspire me daily.
Of course, I would never compare myself to some of you, for you have put in the time to hone your talent, and I am in awe. But thankful, you don’t tell me to run in the opposite direction and never return.
Keep shining, the world needs us, even if it doesn’t know it, and more importantly, I believe we need each other. Well, I guess this is more of a thank you than anything, so thank you.
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1.a social division in a traditional society consisting of families or communities linked by social, economic, religious, or blood ties, with a common culture and dialect, typically having a recognized leader.
ladyphoenix2016 
Yes we need you.
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