And yes, I do know that that is an incorrect use of a lyric from Sly and The Family Stone.

I have been thinking of tribes lately. And families. Friends. Acquaintances.

Where the lines between them all flex, and combine.

I always think of my Eldest and her tribe in Arizona. A ragtag group of friends who have evolved over the years to family.

I struggle to write about family/tribes. Considering that I have spent my adult years firmly pushing family away while lamenting the distance between us. And coming to this point in my life where I have no idea as to how to be with another person one-on-one. Male, or female.

Weird, I know. I don’t get it either.

But anyway I started thinking of tribes. And identifying who is in mine….as it had never really occurred to me to do this before. And I have a really cool tribe.

I call my tribe The Magical Mystery Tour, Freak Show, and The Followers Of Chaos….

We are a rag tag group of interstate travelers. Dancing on the Midway, going town to town.

Wild how it all works out…..