My Sistahs, My Haven

Just the idea of Black women connecting is intriguing. I love the idea of having a place, a haven, (even if it is virtual) that I can connect with my sistahs. I love the idea of being able to seek and find, to know that I will always encounter truth, that when I whine, I'll be told to have a stiff upper lip. At the same time I know I'll get nourished with encouragement and uplifted with sentiments of strength. For we are the mother of the Earth, bringing forth life to nations. We may bend, but we don't break. Stay lifted my sistah and feel the breeze of greatness blowing at your feet as together we stand on clouds of glory.