I Am Her Tribe

You know, sometimes you find yourself in a season of reading really analytical content.

Sometimes its reading fiction, allowing your mind the blissful escape to a new dimension.

Often times for me, its some sort of spiritual, therapeutic, personal development story….

But what I think we often miss, is the pure art form, of another humans writing.

The soul food, a creator has to share.

I think that poetry is such a beautiful example of that. It has always had a special vibration with me as I believe that we are all so intricately connected as a collective. So energetically connected that one humans words, one humans art, will inevitably land at home in the heart of the receiver.

In this book of poetry by Danielle Doby, every single piece is full of rawness, of passion and of truth.

Danielle’s “I am her tribe” movement was first shared on social media & intended to bring women together, to create a sense of safety in community and to speak to the rawness of the human experience.

Her book “I am her tribe” was a long awaited gift to this world. And there isn’t a piece of writing in here, that this world doesn’t deeply need.

Its an easy read! These short pieces are between a paragraph to just under two pages. And although powerful, its easy to digest.

This is a book you will want to keep on your coffee table, for those slow mornings and to share with each women that walks into your home.

“Two feet in

this year

I choose to burn my good candles

on a Tuesday at noon

just because

I choose to use the expensive lotion

the one I keep tucked safe up on the counter

not ration any of my most cherished belongings

because I am worth investing in ---right now

this year I choose to wear that thing

you know

the one I told myself I would slip on

when I looked a certain way?

I choose to love my body

this vessel I have been given

and her seasons as they shift

this year

I give myself permission to change

and keep changing

for I understand

there is an underlying truth when it comes

to becoming- it doesn't have to mirror anyone else

this year

I choose to let go

really let go

of the heavy

of the half-hearted

no more forcing connection

where it no longer lives

I choose to nourish

what's willing to grow

this year

I choose to be grateful

for the teachings of my yesterday

I honor my wholeness

when I honor my whole self- even the shaky parts

this year

I choose to step forward

clear eyes

heart open

two feet grounded

palms wide

to the all-is-possible

unknown

and new”

― Danielle Doby, I Am Her Tribe

Book Club Vol 6

I Am Her Tribe