Spinning A New Thread
Dearhearts! First a little story.
Remembering is necessary to becoming.
Way back in the old, old days, they called her Goddess. Each afternoon, while they rested from the ways of women, cleaning everything, watching and caring for children, growing food, and tending flocks of goats and sheep, they gathered in their square and sat in a circle. Spinners, weavers, potters, healers, gardeners, and old women wanting to play again. The oldest tended the youngest and play was the way.
Their hands were always busy, these women, our Ancestors. When they gathered, some one always invited Goddess Gaia into their sacred space, and when they disbursed, they offered thanks. She was Earth Mother to these ancient women, she taught them to care and to share. They honored her essence and invited her guidance. Talk was casual the first round and serious if it needed to be. One woman at a time shared her thoughts about how to improve their lives together.
The story-line went way back. Talking had been the way of their ancestors. Along this river, in this circle, every woman knew she belonged to this place, to the Earth, and to these women. For every change-of-season celebration, those who wandered received a welcome-back feast. Delighted to speak of her adventures, the wanderer felt changed but easily found her place again in the story-line. Remembering traveled back in time more than 8,000 years. Probably it was twice that long.
As one who carries stories of ways as old as dirt, these images draw up a longing from the soles of my feet. I’ve been earthing, walking barefooted on dear Mother Earth – because Polly taught me this – and because spring is here. Late afternoon temperatures invite remembering. Maybe you’re like me, longing for the feel and the high honor of sitting in a circle. It’s time, Dearhearts, to gather and dance on the Earth, she needs our undivided attention. It’s time for women to talk again.
You’re invited: If you are nearby, bring a Sister and come to the Solstice celebration here at Sweet Pea Landing. I am one who has wandered and feel like creating a celebration for Goddess Gaia. I need to tell a story and to hear a story. This is the nature of our belonging.
Fine women’s stories of inspiration travel along our story-lines. Earth needs her women to return to circle, to come back to this old tradition. June 21 is a Friday, in the southern hemisphere winter has come and in the northern hemisphere the opposite. Summer was a long time coming! Gather your people wherever you are and practice the ancient arts of circling, earthing, belonging. Be one of Earth’s Weavers.
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Longing for Circle,
In love with the Earth,