I had no idea going into the workshop what would be in store for me. I thought it would entail ritual drama, some mythology, I don't know what.
But it created such a deep sense of safety and peace in me, to be able to focus on my women's work, the writing I do about menopause, birthing, menstruation. To feel this is important and acceptable in a deep nurturing way.
I even brought in some art work of my sister's, and shared that with the circle, a big etching called Goddess Rising, with a woman asleep bent over her body, and a Venus of Willendorf, and a Greek statuette of a faceless woman with delta triangle etched in.
The stone we were asked to bring is one my sister found in England or Scotland, shaped like the top half of one of those round bulbous Venus's with a birdlike head.
We talked about our childhood, our sexuality, our lack of initiation, the need for initiation into women's rites, the monthly moon cycle we didn't celebrate. But it was simple, grounded in our own experience, nothing too esoterical which is what I feared I think.
Somehow it has to be brought into the mainstream, the sound connection, solid real tangible connection of our bodies to the earth, of our inner spirit and our foremother's struggle; somehow I want to celebrate their strength, not bemoan their weaknesses.
I want to find a place to meet, greet, and retreat with other women who long for this kind of communication, rest, rebirth into our authentic selves.