A Black Woman's Love Letter to Sisterhood
As I rapidly approach my 46th year of life, I find myself deeply reflecting on the women who have shaped my journey—women who have been my foundation, my strength, my guiding lights. From my grandmother’s unwavering wisdom to the incredible Tribe of Queens I now walk alongside—mothers, professionals, entrepreneurs, and soul-nurturing friends—each has played a role in the woman I am today.
Women are born to bring things to life—not just in the physical sense, but in the spiritual, emotional, and creative realms. Through prayer, meditation, yoga, sacred texts, and journaling, I have found my peace. But surrounding all of this, like an unbreakable circle, has been sisterhood.
I have witnessed the silent battles so many women face, especially women of color—depression, anxiety, self-doubt, the pursuit of perfection, and the relentless sacrifice of self-care for the comfort of others. Too often, we mask our struggles behind a strong face, ensuring that those around us remain at ease while we carry the weight of the world alone. I learned in my late twenties that my peace—my mental and emotional well-being—had to be protected. And time and time again, sisterhood has been my safeguard.
Sisterhood has been there when I needed to cry, when I needed encouragement, when I needed to be reminded of my own strength. It has been a source of inspiration, watching the incredible women around me break barriers, chase dreams, and accomplish what once seemed impossible.
From my childhood, where my aunts and older cousins nurtured me—Bigma Ma, Aunt Pearline, Grandma, Aunt Jackie, Aunt Maurine, Aunt Lisa, Aunt Norma, Aunt Deb, Bridget, Yvette, Vicki, April, Anne, Pooh—to my lifelong friends ChiQuita, LaTricia, CynTricia, and Tracey. From my college years, where I found soul sisters in Denise, Laura, and TaMeika. To the sisters who stood by me through marriage, motherhood, career growth, and entrepreneurship—Dawn, Terra, Priscilla, Sonya, Theresa, Nicole, Sandy, Irene, Kiashia, Loni, Jasmine, Taj ,Valerie. To my younger cousins, the next generation of powerful women—Chela, Cameka, Jada. My friends from my youthful days in church- Jennifer, Brown Sugar, Toya. My mom, who has taught me so much in many ways and has been a phenomenal Grandmother. And of course, my heart, my forever ride-or-die, my sister Charnell (Charlie).
Through each stage of life, sisterhood has been my refuge. And while I honor the wonderful men who have uplifted me—my father, brother, uncles, cousins, and a few truly special souls—there is nothing quite like the power of women standing in solidarity, holding space for one another, and lifting each other up. I have come to understand the divine force that is Sisterhood, which has been the driving force behind my intuitive desire to bring women together—whether in my personal life through girls' nights, vision board parties, movies and margaritas, and everything in between, or in my professional passion for hosting Sister Circles and Retreats through NeoSoulYoga.
To all the Queens who have shared their magic with me, I can only say, thank you. My commitment is to continue passing on this love, strength, and sacred connection for as long as I exist. As I raise my daughter, I hope she not only recognizes her own power but also finds her Tribe—a circle of women who will walk with her, through every season, just as mine have with me.
Sisterhood is essential. Sisterhood is life-giving. Sisterhood is home.
—ChaKeita Dickson, NeoSoulYoga Founder