Sacred [Adventure]

 

[Adventure 148]

I friend recently revived a facebook group that had been dormant for a while. It was the virtual meeting place of a group of women who met in person monthly. 

This sacred circle of women nourished my soul on a regular basis. We gathered at each others' houses, often decorating the space in red, always bringing our favorite dishes to share. We delved deep into just about every aspect of our lives, shared deeply and honestly, and then ate good food and often laughed and talked even more. During my years of having a horde of young children to tend to every moment of my life, these were my sacred few hours every month to focus on refueling my soul and spirit and finding and healing and remembering my self in the midst of being all that others needed me to be. 

I miss that sacred space and time. 

When my middle child, assigned female at birth, reached a certain milestone in their life, we had a red tent circle for them. I decorated my living room in red, set up a fire bowl and lots of candles, and invited women and girls who were important in my child's life. They brought offerings of beads and books - a bead that represented something about my child and a book that spoke to them or informed them as a woman. 

My transgender daughter has yet to have a gathering honoring her womanhood. If she still wishes for that to happen, it will look a bit different. She will invite people she deems appropriate - not just people assigned female at birth. 

And when Skye (afab, genderfluid, he/they pronouns) reaches that biological milestone, he will get to choose if he wants to have a celebration as well. 

Being part of a sacred circle of people who gather intentionally to listen to, support, uplift, and encourage each other along life's journey has been invaluable in my life and I hope to create this again in some form in the future.