Beloved's,
As I sit here and reflect upon the story of my life,
I find that the threads woven into my existence are richly adorned with the essence of sistahood.
To me, sistahood is not merely a concept; it is a profound and soulful connection that transcends bloodlines and transcends time.
My soul sistas are my companions, my confidantes, and my fellow shenanigators. They are the ones who have witnessed the unfiltered, raw & wyld unfolding of my journey—the highs and the lows, the triumphs and the tribulations.
Together, we have weathered storms and basked in the warmth of shared sunshine. Although not always in one another's daily lives but the truth of our bond ties us in soulful connection.
Sistahood for me, is a sanctuary where vulnerability finds refuge, and authenticity is celebrated. It is a space where judgments are replaced by understanding, and acceptance reigns supreme.
In the gentle embrace of my sistas, I have found solace in moments of deep despair and joy in the simplest of victories. I have trusted women in my world that hold me, see me & have my back .. and that is a bigger gift than any I might ever receive.
Through the chapters of my life, my sistas have been the silent narrators joining me on the 'bathroom' floor, the heroines who have lent their strength when mine wavered. Equally also the slap and sting of truths not wanted to be seen nor heard.
Their laughter has echoed in the corridors of my memories, an everlasting melody that resonates in the core of my being. In times of solitude, their spirits have been my anchor, whispering words of encouragement and reminding me of the resilient bonds that tie us together.
Sistahood is the tapestry that we collectively weave—a mosaic of shared experiences, intertwined destinies, and mutual growth.
It is a pact written not on paper but etched on our hearts—a covenant that speaks of loyalty, trust, and an unwavering commitment to each other's well-being.
In the symphony of life, my sistas are the harmonious notes that elevate the melody, making it richer, fuller, and more beautiful. They are the pillars that support the structure of my existence, offering strength in times of weakness and stability in moments of uncertainty.
As I navigate the complexities of life, I carry the imprints of sistahood on my soul—a testament to the profound impact it has had on shaping the person I am today.
In the garden of my heart, the threads of sistahood are not just connections; they are an integral part of the masterpiece that is my life.
To all those both in my life now and gone before whom I call Sista, ...
I see you, I miss you .. I love you
Wyld Blessings
Trace xXx
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