Enchantment of Tribes to Belong To
Barbara Becker Holstein
I have a desire to share with you, a beautiful story
told to me by a young lady.
It was the end of the World War II and her dad
was returning home. He came from a very close
network of Italian families that lived near each other
in New Jersey.
He had a ride back from where his ship had docked.
Of course he was filled with emotion as he came
closer and closer to home. Suddenly, about five miles
from home, he asked to be dropped off. He had
decided to walk the last few miles himself and give
himself time to emotionally "arrive".
He wanted to savor every moment of coming home!
This was a time to feel the essence of the town he
came from, to savor pleasant memories of growing up
as he walked and to allow his anticipation to build
even further. Every step took him closer to friends
and loved ones! He looked at every tree. He enjoyed
every house he passed. He didn't even feel the
weight of his duffel bag flung over his shoulder. He
took his time walking. His parents knew that he was
coming home soon, but they didn't know exactly
when. Thank G-d he was alive! That knowledge was
enough to sustain them.
Meanwhile, as he walked several people recognized
him. Some called out "hello" and several ran up to him
and hugged him. He was offered rides, but refused.
However, behind closed doors the magic began. As
he passed by these people, the news was quickly
transmitted on the telephone that he was coming!
Joe's son was home from the war. Pass the word.
And they did.
By the time he got down to his street the street was
filled with friends and family waiting for him. Would
you believe several hundred? People shouted and
clapped. He was hugged and kissed. His bag was
taken from him. Everyone wanted to be near
him. "Make room for Joe and Rosie! For goodness
sake, let them get near their own son!" He literally
had to work his way through the crowd of neighbors
and other relatives to fall into the arms of his mom
and dad. How good it felt to be held again by the
two people who loved him so much! And where was
that pretty young woman that he meant to look up
now that he was home? Oh, well, that would have to
wait at least one more day. The rest of today was
filled with fresh Italian foods, wine, hugs, stories and
a place to come home too.
What a beautiful story. We all need a place to come
home to--a place to be loved, to feel connected and
with purpose. In The Enchanted Self I teach about
belonging to tribes and how important it is. I even
feel the energy of the tribe that this young man
belonged to and I wasn't there. The positive energy
was so strong that it not only filled his
granddaughter--but could still be transmitted to me--
and I hope to you.
He needed his tribe and his tribe needed him. He
needed his time to re-enter. The energies connecting
him and his tribe were so strong that he could not
just be dropped off. He had to re-enter slowly at first
and prepared himself for the intensity of connection.
His tribe likewise prepared itself by a wonderful signal
system--smoke coming up in puffs on the desert.
The system worked so well that by the time he
arrived a celebration was already up and
Tribes are our gift to ourselves. They offer us a
gateway so we can come back again and again.
They offer us a signal system so that the important
things are transmitted in a timely fashion, and they
offer us the welcoming arms that help us belong, feel
appreciated and have a place. May each of us have
the gift of the right tribes in our lives.