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I have one blood sister.
I know what sisterhood is, what it means, and the incredible power of that relationship. My sister and I, we go back farther than we remember. We laugh at the same things and we cry at the same things. We know the same stories back and front, by heart—her life story, and mine.
My sister lives almost 3,000 miles away from me, and I miss her every day. Before I joined the Wild Sisterhood, my loneliness for her would get indescribably painful.
Of course, I’m my own woman, living my “one wild and precious life” (to quote Mary Oliver, one of my most beloved poets). I live in my own apartment; I work hard for what I want; I dream the dreams of every artist everywhere.
When I’m with my sister, we dream our dreams together. But sometimes, when we’re apart, and life gets in the way, I find myself dreaming alone.
But at the Wild Sisterhood, there is always a sister available—a friend to listen, an artist to dream with. Since I joined the Wild Sisterhood, I do not dream alone.
Sisters—what a sweet word. (Say it out loud to yourself. What longings does it bring up? What joys do you remember; what losses?)
Mmmmm. Sisterhood. There couldn’t be a sweeter relationship between women. The recognition of one’s self in another, blood relative, or no. A sister is a sister.
Recognition can come without fame. It can come quietly, deliciously, surprisingly. This is what I love about the Wild Sisterhood. The very first time I signed in, I saw that one of my best blogging friends was signed in at the same time. Boom! Recognition! For her, for me.
And now, we were sisters.
At the Wild Sisterhood, we network with a most empowered mix of gentleness, compassion, humor and love.
Checking my (very own!) Wild Sisterhood page, my friends’ pages, and my discussions at the Wild Sisterhood is a treat that I save for the end of the day, or a reward I offer myself for getting a particularly challenging task completed. It’s delicious; it’s wild; it’s juicy (not a word I use lightly).
I feel safe logging on to the Wild Sisterhood. I have an issue with email and Facebook and even Twitter: they can cause me extreme anxiety. But the Wild Sisterhood is such an inherently safe place—I breathe a sigh of relief each time I log in.
I can’t say enough about how life-changing it was for me to join the Wild Sisterhood. It started with mustering the faith and courage to make an investment in myself—an investment that has come to be worth every penny.
The investment pays off in finding friends and connections; in meeting women from literally all over the world, women who share so many of my values.
Women who believe in their right to live empowered, positive lives, and women who are only learning to understand that empowerment and self-love are universal human rights, not privileges.
We support one another; we hold one another up. I know that if I use a discussion thread on the Wild Sisterhood to demonstrate a way that I care for myself, that it will reach and touch every woman who reads it, no matter where she lives, no matter the time of day. We are connecting.
And then there are my own lousy days. Am I the prime and paramount example of a woman constantly in love with her gorgeous self, always successful, always responsible, always joyful, always … well, perfect? Of course I’m not.
And that’s the beautiful thing about being part of a gorgeous group of women who collaborate on such personal efforts as developing self-love, and growing empowered, and actualizing themselves as artists. So often in the past, I have felt isolated in such efforts—taking e-courses alone, reading inspiring literature and blogs–but reading them alone.
At the Wild Sisterhood, I know that I don’t have to do it alone. I know that if, one day, I’m a little short on self-love, I can visit this gorgeous website, this amazing community of women, who demonstrate self-love with their words and actions. I can read their posts and be inspired and remember who I am, who I aspire to be, and all of the good things in life that I do, indeed, deserve.
And one of those “good things” that we women deserve is sisterhood. We deserve—you deserve–a safe place to speak the truth about your life, to share your interests and loves and triumphs and yes, sometimes, your struggles, too.
I have a family of sisters now and a safe place where we can speak honestly together, anytime, anywhere. The gifts offered by this amazing group of women can’t fully be described; you need to experience them for yourself, and just trust that you deserve sisterhood as much as any other woman.
You deserve to never dream alone again.
And that, my love, is why I want you to know about the Wild Sisterhood summer deal–it’s really a steal (and no, I did not intend for that to rhyme.)
(“Summer?” my friends in the northern hemisphere will ask. Hey, lady, this is Invincible Summer. It’s always summer someplace, and the Wild Sisterhood is based in Australia. Summer really is invincible!)
Right now, Jen is offering Wild Sisterhood membership for only $10 a month. That’s really a steal, and I wouldn’t lie to you, love. Check it out!