Still Searching: When the Heart Longs for Its People

After sharing my last post about friendship, I felt a tender ripple in my chest—like I had spoken a truth I hadn’t fully admitted to myself until I wrote it out loud.

I’m still here, still aching a little, still unsure of how to bridge the gap between longing and connection. Some days, I feel like I’m calling out across a foggy field, hoping someone will answer back. Other days, I wonder if I’m meant to learn something sacred in this season of solitude.

This isn’t loneliness that wants just anyone nearby—it’s the kind of loneliness that only soul-deep connection can soothe. The kind that whispers, I know my people are out there. I just haven’t found them yet.

So here I am, still searching. Still showing up.

What I Wish I Could Say to the Women I Haven’t Met Yet

I think about them sometimes—the women I know in my bones are meant to be in my life. I imagine cozy afternoons together, honest talks that stretch past midnight, shared rituals, garden walks, laughter over tea.

If I could send a letter to them, it might sound like this:

I don’t need you to be perfect. I don’t need you to be healed or wise or always put together. I just need you to be real, and willing. Willing to show up with your heart open. Willing to listen, and be listened to. I promise to do the same.

Making Space for Connection

While I wait for these friendships to arrive—or be rekindled—I’m doing my best to make space for them.

• I’m softening my heart, even when it wants to shut down.

• I’m saying yes to invitations, even when I feel awkward.

• I’m learning to trust again, slowly, gently.

• I’m practicing showing up as myself, instead of who I think people want me to be.

It’s not easy. But it’s honest. And maybe that’s where true connection begins.

Maybe You’re Searching Too

If you’re reading this and nodding along with tears pricking at your eyes, maybe this is for you too. Maybe we’re both longing for the same kind of friendship—rooted, sacred, nourishing.

Maybe we’ve both felt the sting of silence after reaching out. The confusion of friendships that faded with no goodbye. The craving for women who feel like home.

I want you to know: you’re not alone in this.

And I’m not giving up.

Neither should you.

Let this be our soul-lantern in the dark:

A promise to keep searching, gently.

A prayer to call in our people.

A whisper to the winds: We’re ready.

🌿 Are You Searching Too?

If this post spoke to something tender inside you… if you’re longing for real connection, craving soul-nourishing friendships, or just want to be seen and heard—leave a comment below.

You don’t have to have the right words. Just say hi. Share a thought. Tell me what friendship means to you right now. Let’s start a quiet conversation, one heart at a time.

And if you’re also looking for your people—maybe we can begin by being each other’s.

You’re not alone. I see you. I’m walking this path too.

Blessed Be,

Bobbi Ann

Still searching. Still hopeful. Still soft.