Today I listened to women’s hearts, I listened to the longing of being together. I watched and joined them in our dance. I heard my own prayer and the answers it received.
The lone wolf standing, calling to the moon, offering her howl to the heavens, she knows what it means to offer her voice, into the void for all who wish to hear. Awakening the precious undertones of nature as cells drink in the night felt dewy sensations of fear, mixed with undoubtedly sure-footed primal instinct of feet on the ground, furred body and mouth of saliva, calling to that ‘she moon’ that looks down on our own territory of flesh and bone.
She who does not leave us, will always mother us and allow those fluid waters and rich blood to flow through our bodies. The feminine being and her own fire, will she decide to no longer be that same lone-wolf? And will she now take courage to pull her clan around her, to find new ways of communication, new ways to offer her medicine, will she let go of that rivalled and unconscious competition or envy? No longer a threat to her carefully nurtured and blended medicine, mixed in her own cauldron, so carefully steeped with her own wisdom.
Her howl becomes the howl of many others and the wisdom becomes the wisdom of all our hearts and the cauldron expands and spills into the medicine bags of all those who will dare to carry them, as the medicines power pulls us closer to the earth and the mothers voice reaches in and joins those forces together.
Blending her own mix of careful ingredients that only she knows the recipe for.
And together we come, knowing it is right and timely to do so. To share what is dear to us, to share our own fire, our own creative juice. Where do we come from? It does not matter, we have been called into a web that is woven with magic and sensuality, woven with blessings of the wider web of mystery and belonging. Woven with the threads of many dreams and dreamt into being.
We become that one web, we become that one fire, we become that one juicy bowl of medicine filled with the ripeness of all we are.
And the fire grows and sparkles and sends its light amongst many other dancers and medicine ways. A new model and map for conforming old stereotypical patterns that no longer serve us, no longer fit in today’s hunt for the resurgence of the feminine, the awakening of the mother and the wisdom of ages that was put aside. Hidden in the depths of our bellies, forced to shut up, sit down, hide our face, our medicine, our power, our voice!
Let us dance and sing together, let us pray and stomp our feet together, let us speak out and share our stories together. Let us sit in the quiet silence together as witness to the fire and all it is illuminating, so that its dance is no longer one of unconscious competition and anger, of the masculine matrix of domination.
Let us sit in a circle together, facing each other,
as equal as each other.