We gather, 12 of us. None of us Maidens, we are all well
into or past the Mother stage, but we are not yet Crones. We have a priestess named Laura Shannon, who guides us.
We hold hands in a circle, and we move to ancient rhythms,
played on ancient instruments, the way women have dance in circle for thousands
of years.
We dance to celebrate life, to connect with each other and
with something bigger than ourselves. We dance to remember that we are
powerful, sacred, and worthy.
Our hearts open and there is laughter and tears, honesty and
trust. There is play and deep, meaningful work.
Throughout the weekend we dance, and talk. We draw and
journal and dance and dream. We practice
Chi Gong in the garden. We dance some more. We are nourished by good fresh
food, and each other. Together we recreate the Temple of the Goddess, where we
remember we are Holy.
And I am not lost. There is no need to search for Tracy, she
is right here. I have only to drop the veil, let go of expectation, and allow myself
to shine.
And then the circle opens. And we have to leave the Temple
and go back to our ordinary lives, where it is easy to forget that we are
Queens.
I belong to the world. But I want to live as if the world
were the Temple of the Goddess, remembering that I am Holy, and whole, with all
of my shiny parts and all of my shadow parts. Open to love, and to life. Awake
and connected. Remembering who I am.
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