Almost a decade ago, Seth Godin released a book titled Tribes.
It’s human nature to seek out tribes, be they religious, ethnic, economic, political, or even musical (think of the Deadheads). Now the Internet has eliminated the barriers of geography, cost, and time. Social media gives anyone who wants to make a difference the tools to do so.
Although Godin’s book is primarily about leadership, the idea of having a tribe of like-minded women around me intrigued me.
This idea became even clearer a few years ago when I attended the Oregon Christian Writers Summer Conference. James L. Rubart and Allen Arnold led my morning mentoring session. They talked about the importance of having a small group of people around you who you could pray with, confide in, and hold you accountable. In Rubart’s most recent book at that time, Soul’s Gate, his main characters gathered regularly around a fire pit to talk.
That’s when I created a closed Facebook page I called Fire Pit Crew. I invited a few close writing friends. My purpose was to share struggles, victories, and prayer requests. Facebook has allowed us to be close, even though we’re separated by geography. We don’t get to see each other face-to-face on a regular basis.
Since then, we’ve told each other things we are going through that people who aren’t writers wouldn’t understand. Things how to make time every day to write, prayers for a positive response from an agent or editor, or encouragement after a manuscript’s rejection.
Do you have a tribe?
There are many ways we can experience a tribe. Sorority sisters, volunteer organizations, neighbors, Bible study groups, Critique groups, Rotary, Kiwanis, and Lions Clubs. Any place like-minded folks gather can be your tribe. The question is, where’s yours? Are you intentional about gathering people around you who care about you on more than a social level?
I’ve found another tribe in an unusual place. Since my early twenties, I’ve exercised at home. I’ve gone from vinyl records to cassettes to VCR to DVDs. But a few years ago, a friend invited me to a spin class. For those of you not from California, spinning is riding a stationary bike, with a routine led by a trainer, accompanied by loud music. From the first time, I was hooked. The workout was more difficult than anything I’d done at home. My six o’clock a.m. class has become a tribe. We text each other when one of us doesn’t show up. We hang out sometimes outside of class. One of the members offered a beautiful endorsement of my book, The Caregiving Season. We laugh, joke, and cry with each other as we share our lives while burning calories.
We are called to be in relationship with others. Even though social media has made it easier to stay in touch with others who are far away, nothing can replace face-to-face. The older I get, the more I realize how important my tribes are.
Jane S. Daly is the author of two nonfiction books and five novels. You can connect with her on her website www.JaneSDaly.com
Jane is addicted to coffee, purple pens, and her husband, not necessarily in that order. A self-proclaimed introvert, she enjoys the solitude of riding shotgun in Rigsby, her 37-foot motor home. But when they pull into a new campground, her favorite thing is to make new friends and find hangouts featuring local musicians. Her fantasy involves writing lyrics for country music songs and hearing them played on the radio. In the meantime, she’ll stick to writing novels. And seeing as much of the country as possible.