About seven or eight months ago...my friend Alicia and I started a Sacred Circle...
we invited women we knew well, and women we barely knew but whose energy we enjoyed, to join us for our first gathering....
an amazing number of them showed up to see what we had in mind.
What we had in mind was to create a
safe place for women to gather and explore our spiritual journeys.
We decided to meet every other Sunday afternoon and follow the basic guidelines from the book, "Sacred Circles" by Robin Deen Carnes & Sally Craig....there are 8 circle basics...Council Sharing, Listening without an Agenda, Rotating Leadership/Shared Ownership, Confidentiality, Taking Responsibility for One's Own Needs, Self-Reflection,
Focus on spiritual Development, and Commitment.
We lost some of the women a long the way..
they may come back later....
the women who kept coming back are the ones meant to take a journey together....
it's pretty cool...new sisters!
This is a poem written for the Commitment Gathering we had on Sunday...
I really want to share it with you...
Sisters, we weep with grief
Shout with anger
Tremble in fear
Stand tall in joy.
We grow strong as the biggest tree
Deep as the deepest well
Wise as the elders.
We echo and call
and call
and call.
We dream our circle to life.
Within, we cradle the newest
being – the babe we feed
with the nectar
of the goddesses and gods
the whatever is.
All of that.
We are spread about with sunshine
We are covered in rain
We soar with the wind
push up the green shoots.
Our legs are roots
Our bodies living wood
Our arms move in worship
We dance between the stars.
I’ve heard we are made of stars.
We are old as the oldest
We are the blackest night
And the newest light.
Formed from the dust of the galaxies
Conjured from lust and need
the moans of pleasure
slick seed
and yes.
We birth the mountains from our wombs,
Bring forth the seas.
From between our thighs,
the scent of ancient sands.
The old queens whose hands
hold the scepters
bestow the mysteries.
All that is.
All that is.
Stand tall in joy.
We grow strong as the biggest tree
Deep as the deepest well
Wise as the elders.
We echo and call
and call
and call.
We dream our circle to life.
Within, we cradle the newest
being – the babe we feed
with the nectar
of the goddesses and gods
the whatever is.
All of that.
We are spread about with sunshine
We are covered in rain
We soar with the wind
push up the green shoots.
Our legs are roots
Our bodies living wood
Our arms move in worship
We dance between the stars.
I’ve heard we are made of stars.
We are old as the oldest
We are the blackest night
And the newest light.
Formed from the dust of the galaxies
Conjured from lust and need
the moans of pleasure
slick seed
and yes.
We birth the mountains from our wombs,
Bring forth the seas.
From between our thighs,
the scent of ancient sands.
The old queens whose hands
hold the scepters
bestow the mysteries.
All that is.
All that is.
Megan Ralph
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