Tribal Women, Tribal Wisdom, Lucky Us
I am a child of the 60's. No surprise there. I remember driving through toll booths on the way to marches and giving all the toll takers M & Ms. And passing sandwiches around in Sheep Meadow before marching off to the UN. And all of us knowing the words to all the Mickey Mouse Club songs (I once sang lustily with a crew of my age-mates -- whom I did not know -- on the Staten Island Ferry in the middle of the night. Honest.) We were all about belonging to something - the search for truth, the end to war, the "Generation Gap," the Times They Are A-Changin', especially:
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin' (Bob Dylan; The Times They Are A-Changin')
For me, as I suspect for many writing here, that sense of tribe is comfortable, even comforting. So BlogHer and the growing SVM sister sites have a welcome and somewhat familiar feeling. We belong in these gatherings. I told one young blogger at the conference this: "There was a Red Tent for a reason. For all of time, women have found ways to gather, share and learn." Our generosity and collective memory is a virtue and a treasure and we are blessed to share it.
Whether our laughs of recognition are gentle or raucous, tied to discussions of childbirth or Twitter, joined by music or TV or cooking or climbing mountains, we shine when we're together. It's always been true and the gift of this universe of women bloggers is that, far more than usual, out of the closet, we celebrate together.