There is comfort in a group who have suffered similar fates. They may not have suffered the same loss, but we all have experience SOME sort of loss in our lives and that give us a certain kinship. We are sisters of different mothers. We have a level of understanding merely by the fact we have no Y chromosome. (I know there are some guys who read me here, but the vast majority are gals so I’ll address them specifically. I’ll get to you guys soon, k?) We share similar experiences and circumstances simply because we are women.

Experiencing extreme grief is probably as close to certifiably crazy as most of us will get. When we isolate ourselves in the process, we can begin to feel we are the only ones who feel this way. We feel crazy. But, we’re not crazy. We’re grieving. That’s why I joined Sisters on the Fly. Having experienced a major depression in my life, I knew the potential was there to slip into those dark spaces in my mind and I didn’t want to go there. Being with the Sisters was not only a safe place, it was also the first place where I didn’t feel like such a victim. When I shared my loss, I was not met with hand-holding and “There, there…poor dear.” No…I was met with, “Damn…you lost your husband? I did, too. It really sucks, doesn’t it? (hug) C’mon…a bunch of us are going fly fishing. Wanna learn?” I had found my people. The Sisters empowered me to step into and embrace my new position in life.

Camping season is coming. I know, I know…it’s 10° out and snowing right now. But, spring is coming, and we can get outside and play and blow off some stink. We can have fun and do stuff. We can be brave anywhere. But if we’re going to be brave, we might as well be doing it outside with a bunch of wonderfully talented women with huge hearts and a cowboy hat! Look them up here on FB at Sisters on the Fly or on the web HERE.

❤

“She is more precious than rubies; nothing you desire can compare with her.”

Proverbs 3:15 NIV