Welcome to Tribe! There are a few things you can do right away:

1) Register on the forums —— 2) Enter the ImagiNation Photo Challenge —— 3) Spread the Word!

Get Involved!:

Our mission is to create a positive environment that encourages the exchange of insight, experience, and creativity in the HSP community—but it only works with your involvement.

Your active participation in the forums drives the conversation, enlivens the contests, and ultimately creates the content for the quarterly HSP magazine,Tribe.

Register for the forums and get involved. Post your poems and short stories, share information about what is important to you, and enter the contest—join the conversation!

Photo Contests:

You’ll find the ImagiNation photo challenge in the Dharma section of the forums.

There are three ImagaiNation photo challenges currently open:
Community, Connection, and Creativity.

Guidelines for Tribe photo submissions can be found here:
Photography Guidelines

Since this is our first competition we are leaving it pretty open. We haven’t given any parameters to what Community, Connection, or Creativity mean—we’re leaving it up to you to interpret however you want.

Have fun! Encourage your friends to register on the forums and vote for your pictures. You’re photo just might end up published in the premier issue ofTribe!

Spread the word!:

We are excited and pleased to be able to bring Tribe to life for the HSP community and creative thinkers everywhere. Since embarking on this journey we’ve discovered many amazing people, but we need your help!

Help us get the ball rolling by telling your friends about Tribe! The more people who get involved the better the online experience for everyone. The more contributions to the site the better content we’ll have forTribe magazine. It’s all up to you.

This is Your Tribe:

The idea for Tribe was inspired by you. We’ve developed the forums and website with you in mind. The quarterly magazine,Tribe, will be created from your contributions to the online forums.

We have chosen the structure of the site and the forum topics based on our idea of what HSPs would be interested in. We think we’ve done a fairly good job—but your ideas and comments are always welcome.

Tell us what you want from Tribe, ideas for making the site better or different topics you would like to see in the forums. Post your ideas in the forum, use the contact form on the site, or email us at info@paramimedia.com with “Tribe idea” as the subject line. We look forward to hearing from you.

Strut Your Stuff!:

We believe in abundance. There is enough for everyone, if only they know about it! That’s why you’ll find the Marketplace in the Oracle section of the Tribe forums.

The Marketplace was created for registered members to promote their work, blog, website, service, or product. Include a brief description with links and photos of your product if applicable.

Promote your unique offerings. We are excited to discover what the community has to offer!
(Tribe reserves the right to edit Marketplace postings for content or length. We will delete inappropriate posts.)

Did we mention that it’s FREE!

Quick Look:

A recent short story from the forums:

THE BEAUTY I HAVE MISSED

By Brenda Wilson aka HeartLight

Photo by Brenda Wilson

I recall waiting and watching for the barren trees of winter to finally put forth the first green buds of the spring. As the weather got warmer, I kept my vigil, waiting and watching, watching and waiting. I remember seeing those first buds of the season emerge from the stiff, twig like branches of the trees, to be gently covered in the softest of green color. I kept my daily watch and I waited to capture the miracle of those tiny buds being transformed into bright, bold leaves… and then… one day… in a moment in which I must have blinked, those tiny beauties miraculously burst forth in all the magnificence and glory of the spring season. Some how I’d missed this miracle. It was as if I’d been in some deep slumber or blinked too slowly and the world set in motion something that was faster than I could capture. I watched in awe as over night the trees were transformed from leafless gray creatures, reaching their limbs toward the sky so the sun could warm their branches, to great beings of fresh green color, full of life and moving in the breeze like some marvelous giant dancing in the wind.

I promised myself that I would not miss the next change, the one from the summer to the autumn season. That whatever had transpired in the course of Mother Nature’s timetable, that had prevented me from seeing the transformation of summer’s miracle, would some how not happen again in the fall of the year. I would watch more carefully. I would trick the forces of nature and time so that I would not miss the next miracle of the seasons.

Alas…A great slumber must have befallen me, for I sit and watch from my window as one after another, the leaves drift from their perches amongst the branches and slowly float in their bold, beautiful oranges and yellows to the ground. Like vibrant jewels in our midst they gather in mounds on the ground and blow about at our feet in the wind. I know I was here, I thought I was aware, but Mother Nature tricked me once again. I saw her visiting with Jack Frost one day and I suppose that should have been my clue that another great and marvelous event was about to take place. I must have turned away for a moment or so, and in that time Jack came and painted all the trees in beautiful color.

I know I’m slowing as time goes by, but I promised myself not to miss the miracle of the winter season. I watch as the beautiful color of the trees gently float to the ground. The days become shorter and the nights wear on endlessly as the weather becomes colder. Everything everywhere seems so lifeless.

The branches of the trees are transformed once more to great, gray barren arms, reaching toward the sky, empty and sorrowful like a mother who has just lost her child. They sway in the wind and the creaking they make sounds like desperate cries of sadness and moans of desire for something to fill them one more time.

I awakened one cold morning in the early part of the winter season, to a beautiful white softness covering everything. The trees all wrapped in a fluffy blanket of snow, as if Mother Nature has reached out and provided comfort for those sorrowful, barren arms. The air is fresh, and filled with a crispness that tingles my nose. In the stillness of the day the snow glistens in the sunlight like millions of diamonds strewn about.

It seems that in the hustle and bustle of my busy life I have once more missed the transformation of the season that has taken place. Year after year the seasons come and go and it seems I have missed them all. In the stillness of a single moment, great changes take place that I will never have the opportunity to witness again. As I grow older I vow to slow down enough to catch all that this life has to offer, to witness the transformations of time and space, of life and death. The always moving and ever changing miracles of life.

A recent photo from the forums:

Community: Harbor Seals by WaterbirdRising

A recent poem from the forums:

Lady of the Night, Lady of the Day

By Ainsley Allmark aka DolphinDancer

Sleep,
That beautiful lady,
Draws her shawl around my shoulders

Her gentle hand
Caresses my brow
Her voice
Bids me close my eyes
Surrender to the night
And let the dreams
Surround my soul
Encase my mind
And wrap my thoughts
In gossamer
Floating free

The midnight stream
Carries me
Onward, through the darkness
Toward the waiting dawn
When my lady will rest
And permit the golden lady
Of the day
To take me by the hand
And lead me on
To experience vistas new

Until the time shall come
When
Sleep,
That beautiful lady,
Draws her shawl around my shoulders.