Tonight, it’s Thursday Night Miracle Club.

It’s pretty much exactly what it sounds like. Four women gather and help each other make some miracles happen. We eat, we drink wine and homemade Kombucha, we talk about what’s happening in our lives, and what we’re gonna make happen next.

We know how we want to feel, and that guides us. We’ve been at it for almost a year, and show no signs of slowing down. We’ve navigated growing babes, changing relationships, complete gig changes and planned for international trips to come.

My first Posse was (and is) a group of Yogini. We went through a yearlong yoga teacher training together. We cried (lots). We laughed (more). We bonded (hard). We don’t get together as much as we used to.

When we have our satsang, it still feels like coming home.

There’s also the group of men and women that my love and I spend almost every Saturday night with. We aren’t so much a posse as a collection of well-behaved hooligans that love cheap wine, music and board games.

We get by with a little help from our friends.

If you don’t have a group of supportive friends that you gather with on the regular; I suggest you make it happen. When yoga doesn’t help, when therapy doesn’t help, when exercising doesn’t help, meditating or casting spells or nothing else is fucking working. I know these folks are just a text away. They always know what to say, even if it’s just: I’m here. I’m sorry. I’m here.

How to assemble your tribe:

Host a party.

Dinner. Games. Tea. Drinks. Themes. WHATEVER.

Just get a group together and see how it goes.

Have something in common.

Knitting. Hippie-ness. Yoga. Book club. A love of ________.

Commonality makes it easier. But it isn’t required. Sometimes all you need is shared support. That can be enough, and refreshing in its own right. With one of my groups, TNMC has an agenda. We’re there to do something very specific for each other.

My Satsang isn’t satsang in the traditional sense of the word, but it is a meeting of like minds. We are yogini, and we bend and stretch.

My middle age hooligans? Well, we have fun. And that has helped me in some of my very darkest days.

The very best people will love you not in spite of your edges, but because of them.

Afterwards, ask em if they want to do it again.

Hell yes=hell yes.

Check in.

How did that make you feel? What does the body have to say about that? She likes it? Good. Do it again.

Don’t force it. Not gonna happen? Bless it and move on.

Your peeps are out there. Find em.

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