My Tribe πŸ’š

Happy FriYAY friends!!! 

We are having the most gorgeous day here, playing dinosaur trains, bike riding, soaking up the sun (before the hail storms come back πŸŒ¨πŸ˜†) and I've been thinking so much about my 'tribe' πŸ’š My last post was about the mama tribe I set up on Facebook, it's connected me with so many wonderful families and definitely made me feel much more like I have a large support network, like I'm part of something big, it's really lovely. Some of the ladies I met through it are now very close friends who I see regularly and I'd say are definitely part of *my* tribe. 

That's what I wanted to post about, My Tribe, they've completely transformed my life πŸ’š 

As new friendships started forming - mostly around ChΓ© Phoenix! I took notice of the vibes of the people in my life, who made be feel good? Who lifted me up when I was not feeling my usual cheery self? Who was FUN to be around? Who was I drawn towards to support? Over the last 2 years (especially) I've made a conscious effort to put time and energy into those friendships, focusing on the good! And without shutting people out, just putting less energy into relationships that don't make me happy. 

Nothing changes instantly, but honestly looking back on it now I'm astounded at the amount of INCREDIBLE people that are in my life, real friendships, people who's door I could turn up at at 4am, and that when something amazing happens I can't wait to tell... Gratitude is not a big enough word! 

Once you realise which people you want to be in your tribe, love them hard! 

Whatever energy you have give it to those people, or person! If there's just one person right now, I say focus on that be the best friend you can, other similar people will be attracted to your vibe πŸ’š and you know what they say "your vibe attracts your tribe" πŸ˜‰πŸ‘ŒπŸΌ

Lots of springtime love!
Astra xx

Mama Tribe...

A mum on one of my Facebook groups joked about packing it all in and living in a commune. It sparked a wonderful day dreamy conversation where everyone was saying what they'd bring to this commune and how we could support each other. I couldn't stand the idea that after this conversation we'd all just go back to our separate lives, still craving more support and more mama connections... So I started a Facebook group 'Mama Tribe' and invited them all! This is the description -

'A tribe of mamas looking to connect, share and support each other in REAL life. This page is to make connections plan meal swaps, childcare swaps, skill shares and meet ups. A little bit of the 'hippy commune dream' right here and now! 

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you've imagined" - Henery David Thoreau
Lets make our mama tribe!!!'

The first thing that was shared made pretty much all of us cry;

I miss the village I never had: it's what's missing from modern parenting - by Bunmi Laditan

Every day I go about my life: drive my children to and fro, make breakfast, lunch and dinner, and change my baby's nappies in my four-walled house while the world buzzes around me busy and fast. My little one plays on the floor and I watch him pluck toy after toy out of the large box in the corner of the room and, although my life is rich with many things, I think about you because I miss the village.
I miss the village I never had. The one with mothers doing the washing side by side, clucking and laughing hysterically, tired in body but quick in spirit. We'd know each other so well: annoying one another from time to time, but never staying mad long because the truth is, we need each other.
The children would wake early, as they tend to, and run outside, finding each other amongst the tall trees. They'd disappear into the field and forest for a day of play as we'd start our sacred work. We'd knead bread side by side, the littlies at our feet, breasts, on our backs and in our arms. It would be impossible to tell whose children belonged to whom -- we'd all attend to the group of toddling wee ones, check on the deeply breathing babies, wave little hands off of our floured table, pinch cheeks and kiss boo-boos.
The days would be full of conversation as we expertly flexed a muscle that has since gone weak: the art of listening. Quiet empathy in lieu of passive judgement, and when called for, gentle, sincere advice. In our village, our members are our estate and we build them up.
We'd laugh -- too much and never enough at the same time. Whether it be stifled giggles overflowing out of covered mouths like a pot of water bubbling over or donkey brays loud enough to wake the children, we'd be skilled at finding the joy in the mundane.
We'd cry -- never alone, but shoulder to shoulder over unborn children gone too soon or men who changed their minds. We'd stitch back the frayed edges of each other's lives the best we could, wiping the tears off of each other's cheeks. If any of us became lost in the darkness, we'd journey into the depths of her heart and pull her body back to shore.
When mealtime came we'd set the food out on long tables and the children would eat happily and hungrily, as they tend to when in the company of other small people. They'd talk about their adventures and, to their exaggerated disappointment, we'd make them take the younger children this time to teach them what we already know: we exist for each other.
When one of us was feeling sick or needed extra rest from a long night up with a child, we'd swoop in and tend to your children as we would our own for as long as necessary -- no need to even ask. You would drift off to a healing sleep with full confidence. We'd want you to be well because we'd know that we're only as strong as our weakest member -- and not only that, we'd love you, not with the sappy love of greeting cards, but with an appreciative love that has full knowledge of how your colours add to our patchwork.
You'd know me and I'd know you. I'd know your children, and you'd know mine. Not just on a surface level -- favorite foods, games and such -- but real, true knowledge of the soul that flickers behind their eyes. I'd trust them in your arms just as much as I'd trust them in mine. They'd respect you and heed your "no."
And as our children grew up and out and our skin went paper thin, we'd keep making bread, sharing it with tea, stories of beautiful grandchildren, and how things used to be.
I miss that village of mothers that I've never had. The one we traded for homes that, despite being a stone's throw, feel miles apart from each other. The one we traded for locked front doors, blinking devices and afternoons alone on the floor playing one-on-one with our little ones.
What gives me hope is that as I look at you from across the park with your own child in tow playing in her own corner of the sandbox, I can tell from your curious glance and shy smile that you miss it, too.
Maybe we'll have it again. But for today, I'll invite you and your little one over for tea. And maybe bread.

Are you teary? Its crazy how much an article can really hit you, right in the heart... There are 36 members in our little mama tribe, which has been going 3 days or so and the change already is amazing! we have all figured out who is near us geographically and arranged to meet up and connect in real life, we know who has which skills and businesses and we can use the tribe for whatever we need, we just have to ask. Mamas have asked for help babysitting - got sorted. Help to de clutter a house - happening next sunday. Clear a garden for veg planting in the spring - we're pretty much all in and are going to do a big seed swap there too. Offers of cooking meals and baking for each other... And so much more its just been amazing to witness... 

Tomorrow I am going to meet 2 mamas from the tribe - not at a cafe or park, at her home, and she won't feel the need to clean up before we get there, or bring us tea and biscuits and sandwiches because we are a tribe, we'll all chat in the kitchen whilst we make tea and lunch together and if theres laundry on the table we'll fold it, and make sure we leave her house with dinner on and the play mess tidied. I hope we'll talk about how we can continue to support each other with things we each really need. 

On wednesday I'm meeting 3 tribe mamas who live very close to me and I'm hoping we can plan meal swaps weekly and maybe a shared chore day each week at a different house or something similar? I am so excited about these new connections. If this isn't the best use of Facebook I don't know what is! 

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