We Can Do It?

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It’s not easy being fourteen. Or growing up female in a culture that continues to objectify women’s bodies and only validates acts of dominance as power.

A teen girl agrees to go to a mother-daughter weekend workshop with her mom. Well, maybe mom kind of bribed her. To sit in a Circle with a dozen other girls and women you never met and talk about ‘secret women’s business’ is far from most teen’s ideal weekend plans. But sticking to her part of the bargain, she arrived. Timid, dreading the minutes as they crept by to the Saturday morning start.

The somewhat reluctant young woman arrives wearing a badge that says, ‘We Can Do It’.¬† The image is that of a woman with lipstick, tight workshirt accentuating her breasts, hand fisted and displaying her well formed biceps. I am trying to decipher the message: Brute force is what’s needed. Or is the message, women can do anything a man can do? But do we want to? Has war and brute force gained us the world of social justice and humanitarian communities we want for our future generations?

The workshop began in a Circle. Together in the experienced hands of the facilitators we set the tone of equality and safety for all involved, permission for any and all authentic expression. No need for editing here. Down flowed the tears, and more tears. Tears of fear, of embarrassment, confusion, lack of confidence, pressure, tears of cleansing, healing, comfort, and freedom with no need to be rescued or ‘There, there dear’ -ed to silence. A supportive circle of integrity became stronger and deeper because of the unabashed flow of those tears. By the time it was her turn to speak, authentic choked-up words expressed realness, carrying us all to depths within ourselves. Everyone breathed deeper, the room’s tension somewhat alleviated. The day continued.

By Saturday afternoon’s closing Circle the same girl spoke of what she had learned about herself that day, ” I learned that it’s safe and okay to feel uncomfortable, that it will pass. I’m so grateful.” Gold. Embodying one definition of enlightenment: when major catastrophes become minor inconveniences. When the situation can’t be changed, but we stay true to ourselves, even in the discomfort, only to find it’s the hothouse for growing resilience.

So often mothers sidestep conversations, experiences, or delicate subjects with their daughters because either they themselves are uncomfortable with the subject matter, they believe their daughter will be, or probably both. Learning to sit with and explore our own discomfort opens the path to courage and inner strength.

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Our girls need to know that we are capable of sitting with discomfort, of allowing anger and pain and grief and confusion to arise to teach us as women of our capacity to be whole, in spite of, and as a result of life’s challenges, cultural dysfunctions, and mixed messages. Women are not obliged to dumb down our emotional intelligence to make anyone feel less uncomfortable, quite the opposite. It is our task to investigate, reflect, and explore the lurking and weighty shadow material confidently knowing we will gain wisdom, grow, and always remain whole.

You may like to have a look at the upcoming Mother Daughter programs available this year. Or, if you don’t have a daughter in that age group, please share. Certainly you are a daughter. The upcoming 13-Moon committed Women’s Wisdom Circle provides a safe and powerful forum to enter into the power and mystery that is woman. Click on our upcoming events page.

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Wise Women Gathering Knowledge

I recently was invited to facilitate a workshop on ‘Reclaiming the Wisdom of Menopause’ at the 2nd Annual Wise Women’s Gathering held beside the beautiful Hawkesbury River. The natural setting in the valley was spectacular, but even more spectacular was the power of the true Feminine paradigm that governed the Gathering. A large percentage of the women there were healers: naturopaths, bodyworkers, midwives, herbalists, death doulas, etc. What struck me was the incredible natural outpouring of women’s generosity, borne of our authentic, non-patriarchal, non-competitive Feminine need to freely share and dispense our knowledge and wisdom, to mentor and include, to grow together for the strengthening of all of us as a whole people.

After years of herbal studies, these days I only share my knowledge amongst family and friends. During the Wise Women’s Gathering I became so re-inspired about eco-feminism: the correlation between how humans treat the Earth and how we treat women, drawing connection between the politics of domination culture and feminism, marginalisation or invisibility) of an advocate voice for the Earth, and marginalisation of women, the perverse perception of women as a resource for others’ gain, and erroneous perception of the Earth as a resource for material gain.

 

Women (and men) can reclaim our connection to, trust in, and respect for our Mother Nature, initiate sustainable ecological practices, and take responsibility for our own health and well-being by simply learning about plant life, and making our own medicines in our backyards! I’m not just talking about adding a cute ornamental kale to your office landscaping, or making the occasional dream pillow for a Christmas present- I’m talking about a powerful global grass roots movement of true empowerment that simultaneously fosters care for and understanding of our planet’s vast ecology- all through becoming aware of our local weeds and herbs and their medicinal properties, and then sharing that knowledge freely.

Small changes can yield big results. Start small. Find one local weed or herb, or a local plant you have an affinity with and investigate it’s edible or medicinal qualities. Observe the plants changes over the seasons. Grow your herbal knowledge. Write to me to let me know how this small interest in your local plant life impacts on your life and your world view. See how this can change your perspective on plants, ecology, and the cycles of life.

A big thank you to all the organisers and presenters at the Wise Women’s Gathering. Hope to see you there next year ūüôā

 

 

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Menarche and The Red Thread……

‘When the red rose bloom in her belly, the doorway between her eyes shall open.’ -Ancient Celtic saying

Artwork: Shiloh Sophia McCloud, visionary artist, http://www.shilohsophiastudios.com

Ritual calls in, awakens and connects us to ancient wisdom available to us all when we stop and humbly listen. I see transitional rituals as essential and foundational for contemporary women to return to the sacred, reverent, receptive and earthy connection to our bodies, our spirits, our unique wisdom, and our capacity to dream our healthy futures into existence.

Working with mothers and daughters over nearly two decades I continue to loudly encourage women to create ritual and ceremony for young girls ushering them into menarche. It doesn’t have to be on the first day or month she bleeds. It doesn’t have to look like something specific. But it’s symbolism and spirit will subtly and profoundly bring a message to girls: this is your woman-body, your body is a powerful force, a dear friend, a temple for your spirit. Walk in pride and beauty, respect and responsibility, wonder and strength, knowing you are connected to all women everywhere through the sacred red thread of blood, regardless of whether you ever have children or not, and even beyond menopause.

Menarche Rituals have played a vital role in Indigenous cultures as symbolic enactments of, and reverent gestures to, the holy power of Fertility. Ritual honouring of young women in adolescence pays homage to the spiritual and visionary dimension of her role as ‚Äėcreatress‚Äô, illuminating the sacredness of the female body, it‚Äôs mysterious and miraculous womb connected to lunar cycles, and the privilege and responsibility to bear children, bringing spirit into form. Women‚Äôs bodies symbolise the Great Mother Earth herself, containing the life, birth, death cycles all within her.

Artwork: Shamana Seery

It makes sense. If a young woman learns to honour her body as sacred, to self-care and self-respect, then she will make healthy choices for her body, her sexuality, her birthing and her children. She will stay connected to her body’s wisdom and learn from it’s changes, and her healthy entry into menstruation will support her through her menopause. She will be empowered and strengthened by knowing she carries (and is carried by) something of value, deeply connected to the cycles of the universe, something of mystery itself, the red thread connecting women throughout time, and all humans…..as every human has been birthed through a woman’s body. She will recognise her menstrual cycle as a resource, a friend, a wise mentor, a sanctuary.

If on the other hand she is told silently and overtly through cultural messages that menstruation is dirty, unclean, a hassle, or just a basic mechanical function that can be controlled with the right medication, she will learn that her body and the natural cycles of Earth and life are the enemy ……to be tamed, feared, and controlled.

Within a contemporary Western context of individualism and sanitised menstrual-phobic culture it can seem pretty weird to a young girl to be celebrated at menarche. Just ask her. Most girls will run. Some might say, ‚ÄėNo thanks, mum, I prefer to be private.‚Äô But I ask women, mothers, ‚ÄėHow can an adolescent girl understand, and have a context for, the importance and lifelong impact of how her early menstrual years will shape her views of herself as woman, affect her energy levels, her relationship to her sexuality, her birthing, and her menopause?‚Äô ‚ÄėDo you think she is prepared now to make her own decisions about her future?‚Äô

Artwork: Leora Sibony

When I educate women about the impact of women‚Äôs cycles of menstruation over a lifetime women often cry quietly, ‚ÄėIf only I would have known as a young woman, if only my mother or aunties or grandmothers would have held me, oh my life‚Äôs choices would have been very different.‚Äô

A word of caution: If we overlay a shallow, plastic, contemporary version of a ritual celebration on menarche it could become like a birthday party with red balloons. Menarche rituals and ceremonies carry powerful symbolism. Have clear intention. Dig deep inside. Go gently. Get support from others who have held these ceremonies before. Be sure it’s not only about her as a person, it’s bigger than that. Remember, it’s not what we say that will imprint our girls most, it’s how we live, moon by moon, breath by breath.

Yes, we want to celebrate our young women entering womanhood, yes we want to honour life and fecundity, but are we living in a way that is congruent with what we may espouse in these rituals? If not, what mixed messages are our girls getting? Where are the challenges that traditionally came with entering womanhood rituals? Where are the elders to hold space, pass on the wisdom over time, consistently, not only for the party times, …….for the troubled times, reaching out to nieces daughters granddaughters everywhere? Are you willing and ready to be a future elder?

Breaking this internalised menstrual taboo calls all of us as women to reclaim the power of womanhood. Not power as in ‚Äėpower over‚Äô, but power as a natural, intuitive, subtle, receptive, earth-rooted depth sustaining and nourishing us to walk shamelessly and steadfastly, to stand strong, allowing the cycles of blood and ovulation, moon and darkness, life and death to keep us balanced, renewed and unwavering in our commitments to the Feminine qualities of nurture, fierceness, protection, vulnerability, endurance, visionary, healer.

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Sisterhood

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‚ÄúAny woman who chooses to behave like a full human being should be warned that the armies of the status quo will treat her as something of a dirty joke . . . She will need her sisterhood.‚ÄĚ
‚Äē¬†Gloria Steinem

If the purpose of my writing was to provide some sort of solace to other women by activating a re-membering of something we have collectively forgotten, then I guess that something would be Sisterhood.

What does ‘Sisterhood’ mean? What does it taste like, feel like, smell like? How will I recognise Sisterhood when she is standing in front of me? Or is she purely¬†ideological? Is Sisterhood something elusive and historical (her-storical!) gleaned from feminist authors’ twist¬†on ancient matriarchal cultures where women bled together, held eachother and eachothers’ children, protected eachother, worked and danced and laughed and pleasured together? And if this variety of Sisterhood is so fictional, why is it that hundreds of women I have worked with still long for and grieve the memory? Can Sisterhood exist in a patriarchal world where competition means survival?

Artwork: Quietude- Shirley Mc Daniel

Artwork: Quietude- Shirley Mc Daniel

To that long list of questions I will add one more, perhaps at the root of our discomfort with the Sisterhood word:¬†Why is it that so many women still don‚Äôt trust the Feminine? That question seems to be an oxymoron, proof¬†of patriarchy’s powerful success. ¬†As women we have obediently and often unknowingly internalised the Patriarchal voice. We have¬†swallowed the belief that the Feminine can not be trusted. Left to her own devices She is wild, unpredictable, cyclical, vast, delicate, ferocious, and shamelessly untameable…. the Great Mystery Herself, innately alive in all women, but too often asleep, abandoned or silenced. Many women fear the word ‘Sisterhood’ or avoid it altogether. Herein lies a painful legacy, centuries¬†and generations old, that appears in the ‘soul loss’ symptoms of women today.

The Feminine has many faces. She can be bitchy and cold; she can be cutting and icy; she can be ruthless, but hey, even the weather is¬†like that sometimes.¬†Perhaps¬†it hurts when it comes from women because I have heavily invested in the belief that as a woman it is my birthright to share¬†some predestined comradeship that is as essential to my wholeness and yours as it is to humanity’s. Women are the harmony bringers, the gatherers, the hearth burners, nourishers, life givers and gate keepers to the other realms, creating the circle and the centre.¬†If the women are healthy, the future will be healthy.

What do women fear about other women? Betrayal. In an effort to protect Her, the unspoken code of silencing the Feminine has been quietly passed down from generation to generation, from mother to daughter, in a ghost-like whisper.

Artwork: Mother and Daughter- Leora Sibony

Artwork: Mother and Daughter- Leora Sibony

‘Every¬†woman‚Äôs¬†mother¬†is essentially her first sister, her first connection to the Feminine. As the young¬†woman¬†moves towards adulthood she will blossom within the embrace and freedom afforded her by the sense of belonging within the greater circle of¬†women, a deep comfort in her own skin.’¬†Dr. Christiane Northrup¬†

 

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Here’s my definition of Sisterhood:

A recognition of the relationship between¬†all women, and¬†all our mothers, and the rich tapestry of female expressions across the globe; that we all carry the same depth of knowing, power to nurture, create, restore, heal and destroy, an intimate and primal connection to universal laws of nature’s cycles of ¬†life, birth and death.¬†(I trust that our Feminine¬†instincts are alive and well beneath our ¬†intricately designed personas keeping us afloat¬†in a patriarchal world.)

Sisterhood recognises that harming other women is an act of self-harm.

Sisterhood includes accountability, solidarity, respect women for their choices, never hurting other women or girls to get what I want, speaking up on behalf of those without voices.

To see other women as allies, not competition for affection or social attention.

Sisterhood is a state of mind and heart, it is active faith; it is a verb, not a noun.

And Sisterhood listens and walks with respect for the Great Mother Earth.

Explore your beliefs about women, yourself included. Find what is ‘good’ about being a woman, create¬†your own definitions, not cultural definitions. See¬†other women with eyes on her attributes, and tell her. The power of women‚Äôs hopes and dreams and visions can be actualised when we believe in ourselves. Warts and all. Reach out to a sister.Unmasking the fallacy of disempowerment and divisiveness we will begin to trust in women, our Mother Earth, and our own mothers, who did the best they could in a system of oppression, even though sometimes it was not good at all. Probably they were never truly mothered either.

Who is my sister? She gives me lots of scope, yet she is¬†there in a time of need. She tells me the truth, even when I don‚Äôt like it. She upholds my dignity, she doesn‚Äôt try to categorize me, she lets me change and grow over time, she shares her clothes and jewlery and recipes and chocolate. She walks in silence with me on the beach, she gives me encouragement, she asks for what she needs, she sings her own songs. We are always equals. She has no time for jealousy. She shares her wisdom, she waits for me when I am late, she doesn‚Äôt have to thank me when I look after her children, she lights candles when I’m dark, her house is always welcoming and we wash the dishes together while we talk politics and laugh till we cry. Even when there‚Äôs pain, unspeakable hurt, there‚Äôs always room. She let‚Äôs me speak till I‚Äôm finished, disagreements don‚Äôt threaten sisterhood. ¬†The focus on growth and connection, inclusion, learning, forgiveness, love and community go beyond differences in opinion. Our relationship is a dance in motion, it is never finished. And although it may be punctuated with pauses, there are no doubts if it will continue, because we value¬†Sisterhood.¬†We choose to¬†persist over time and sickness and crying children and messy divorces and scratchy rashes and stormy voyages.sisterhood

I believe sisterhood can cure whatever ails us as women. Get out of your kitchen or your office or off your exercise bike or out from behind your children and reach out to your sisters near and far. See them for who they are, raise them up and we all rise up. I have faith in you, sister, faith in your capacity to feel, in your gentle heart, in your brazen strength, in your crazy ideas, in your invisible dreams, in your life. In your soul and in your womanspirit.

‚ÄúOnce upon a time there were two sisters. One of them was really, really strong, and one of them wasn’t.’ You looked at me. ‘Your turn.’

I rolled my eyes. ‘The strong sister went outside into the rain and realized the reason she was strong was because she was made out of iron, but it was raining and she rusted. The end.’

No, because the sister who wasn’t strong went outside into the rain when it was raining, and hugged her really tight until the sun came out again.‚ÄĚ
‚Äē¬†Jodi Picoult,¬†Handle With Care

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‘Mahmi’ seeks a patron and a home

This is ‘Mahmi’ (Bundjalung for ‚ÄėMother‚Äô).

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An organic sculpture made by Australian eco-feminist artist Moana Pearl.

Materials: natural fibers, banana, vines, palms, ochres and re-cycled fabrics

155 x 125 x 52 cm

Originally in the ‘Essence of Woman’ exhibit ¬†in early 2014 in Byron Bay, ‘Mahmi’ now seeks a patron so she can be appreciated by many at a women’s studies university, a maternity ward, or an urban women’s centre.

If you ¬†know of any patrons of the arts who would may be able to assist ‘Mahmi’ to find her home please leave a comment.

Below is a snippet from abc Northern Rivers review of the exhibit. For the entire article go to: http://www.abc.net.au/local/reviews/2014/03/11/3960719.htm?&section=news

‘The exhibition’s centrepiece is Moana Pearl’s impressive sculpture Mahmi, which is a full-breasted female figure, intricately woven from banana, flowers, local vines, palms and recycled fabrics and stands over 1.5 metres high. The artist describes her work as eco-feminist, aiming to remind us that everything on earth is inter-connected, and she certainly soars above us in the gallery.’DSC00169
The way a culture treats it’s women directly correlates to the way a
culture treats the Earth. My artwork is the voice of eco-feminism: exposing the obvious,
essential, but often inconvenient reality of humanity’s connection to
all living things. Using organic materials, my work is a
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Born in Australia, you may have noticed that ‘Mahmi’ has a marsupial style pouch.¬†She is a representation of woman abundance, our inherent connection to nature and planetary cycles, and the power of the life giving mystery in our wombs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She currently sits on a 80 cm high white plinth but can be removed easily for transport. She is a labor of love, with the handiwork and prayers of over two dozen women and a few young girls woven into her.

 

Within every woman there lives a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing. She is the Wild Woman, who represents the instinctual nature of women. But she is an endangered species.-  Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women who Run with Wolves

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Mothers, daughters and a basket of sisterhood


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Community, respect, connection, ceremony, sisterhood, gratitude, transformation, fun, authenticity……

These are the words women and young women used to describe their experiences of Pathways Into Womanhood, a    5-day Rites of Passage camp held last week in Northern NSW.  As a facilitator and basket weaver it is an honour and privilege to bear witness to the natural and powerful transformation of girls into young women through a conscious Rite of Passage. I have returned home with a tender heart, a quiet reverence and the inspiring fragrance of promise.

Although the idea of adolescent Rites of Passage may seem foreign to many, or even something out of history books, to watch the emergence of these teen girls into their young womanhood always reminds me that the ancient memory is not lost, but rather alive and waiting to be re-awakened inside each of us. For thousands of years traditional cultures recognised the significant developmental changes of puberty as the crucial time to offer the tools and wisdom needed for the healthy journey into adulthood. Long before neuro-science and medicine could explain the behavioural changes during adolescence, indigenous cultures recognised the need to nurture the spirits and hearts, to hold, guide and encourage youth through this time of transition, questioning and new identity. In the absence of  ritualised, public and conscious Rites of Passage to welcome and acknowledge our youth, they are left to self-initiate. Self harming, binge drinking, risk taking behaviours, loss of virginity, suicide attempts, and eating disorders have all been elevated to a Rite of Passage status, giving the young person the sense of having crossed the line into adulthood. But without the guidance of elders these passages fall short of offering the belonging and insight so essential in life transition, often resulting in emergencies rather than emergence.??????????

Once upon a time, and just last week, through their own authentic stories, a circle of women would weave a basket of knowledge to ensure each young woman’s emergence would be grounded in the ancient wisdom of grandmothers. The girls heard the stories of mothers and grandmothers who have walked before them and were given the freedom, patience and safety to find their own unique voice emerging. The messages are clear: You are not alone, you are a part of a circle of sisterhood, your blood flows with the power and wisdom of your ancestral lines (known or unknown) going back throughout time, the Great Mother Earth is always beneath your feet, the Great Father Sky a vast and everchanging blanket to accompany you.

What I witnessed this past week on the Pathways Into Womanhood camp was an incredible thirst and readiness in today’s emerging young women. Even stronger than their age appropriate resistance was a powerful undercurrent of¬†yearning¬† for connection. In a world of thousands of Facebook friends and the facade of a constant net of connection, these young women truly embraced the opportunity to dive deep into real life connections with women, peers, nature, and themselves.

Over the five days, in a stunning valley away from the distractions of every day life, women and girls wove a metaphorical basket of protection, community and strength. A circle of women offers the much needed opportunity for each woman to re-member. Re-member, reflect and re-awaken the beauty, grace, depth of spirit, and wellspring of strength that lives inside her.

This is the essence of Rites of Passage. A reminder. A re-membering. Our young people need to be welcomed into community. Rites of Passage provides a grounding in a time of chaos and transition. When a young woman has been recognised by her peers and her elders, listened to and learned to listen to herself, she can begin to trust her wild instinctual nature, her intuition, her discernment, her boundaries, her body’s wisdom, and her passion. She will have the capacity to seek and create a life of friendships, support, belonging, safety, authenticity, and freedom. The basket has been woven.3ed51f2dec0252ec6e1d6299de007b1b

There is something magical about a Circle. Geometrically it encompasses more space than any other shape. Within it, one sets out on a journey and returns having never left her seat. Whenever we engage in an act of Ritual or Ceremony that has been shared throughout time, we are the beneficiary of all the Goodness that has come from it. The Circle, in and of itself, is imbued with lifetimes of profound Wisdom.– Amari Gold

 

 

 

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Kapululangu Women's Law and CultureWomen, please help me with this research project. NOT for the sake of academia. My hope is to acknowledge and celebrate the spirit of women and girls; to provide guidance and encouragement for women today and into the future. Any one who has ever sat in a circle to truly listen to the stories of another, knows the transformative power of authentic story.

Women and girls in our contemporary culture  are in trouble. We are plagued by low self worth, depression, media objectification, a competitive pressure to achieve according to male standards, and our increasing rates of breast and cervical cancer scream out like sirens arriving too late to the scene of the crime.

We have so much to learn from Indigenous people of this Earth. Aboriginal, African, South American Indian, North American Indian, Celtic, Asian, Middle Eastern, South Pacific Islanders, they all celebrated and acknowledged women’s unique and profound natural life changes. In turn they gained the wisdom of the elder women who provided guidance for the tribe in matters of ceremony, spirit, politics and justice.

Where are our Rites of Passage today?? It seems logical that many of our current dilemmas for women and men could be eased if we provided each gender with age appropriate Rites of Passage as guideposts to mark their transitions, especially our transition to adulthood.  This theory is supported by many well researched in the fields of Anthropology, Sociology, and Psychology. (references below)

My request is to hear¬†your¬†stories. Then gather¬†your¬†stories of women’s initiations; reverently and intelligently collate the wisdom, knowledge and information; and, along with my own decades of experience in working with women and girls in transitions, write an educational book ¬†to offer educational tools, support and validation for girls and women to strengthen themselves as a global community. This is a safe and trustable place for women to speak.

My dream is to hear¬†your¬†stories, stories of women elders from all nations, all tribes, all walks of life, of indigenous ones, of those who have lived close to the earth and know sacred women’s business as natural and vital to our healthy future as humans on earth………… I want to hear your¬†sacred marking of women’s life transitions, particularly the ones related to¬†menarche, birthing, menopause, and eldership. I want to know more than what took place, because so often this can be taken out of context and misinterpreted from another culture’s perspective. I want to gain insight into the cultural values and underpinnings that dictated the specific initiatic traditions, and more importantly, why, and how that affected the family and community as a whole.

I know I am treading into secret women’s business territory. So please forgive the possible transgression even in this humble request, but I do this for the sake of understanding. I am seeking to bridge the gap between where we are now as women (and as a peoples), so distant from our innate earth wisdom, and the Great Possibility: humanity learning to live in a more sane and wholesome way, integrated with and within Universal Laws of Nature.

And I want to hear your stories of un-intiation, of how each of us as women has walked blindly due to lack of initiation in our modern world.

So this may be a story of your sister, grandmother, great grandmothers sister, auntie, cousin, yourself, or your tribal heritage. But I want stories of this reality, not fantasy, true stories of real womens’ initiations, and the loss of initiations, and what these have meant, provided, seeded, taught, fostered, ……. whatever you can find out or remember.

¬†After many years of reading about indigenous cultures’ Rites of Passage for puberty girls, and more than a decade of supporting women and girls in transitional Rites to mark life’s profound changes, my bones know that I am still walking in the dark, feeling my way, like a kind of intuitive brail, reading energy, listening for ancestral whispers on the wind, asking the Great She for wisdom and direction, literally sliding my bare feet along the bare earth, catching wisps of confirmation out of the corner of my intuitive eye, singing to the grandmothers, mine and yours. ¬†All because I don’t have centuries of ¬†lineage teachings and traditions in the ways of women. What happened?? Que paso?

To me, Ritual and Rites of Initiation have the power to move mountains, to transcend boundaries of personality and time and re-mind us of our primordial connection to life, our original face. From there we can see wider, eagle vision, larger expanse of breath. As we begin to see ourselves and all beings within the vast web of life, our empathetic responses to the needs of our world and her creatures will awaken. Then the work of co-creation towards a sane and humane world can begin.

The questions below are simple guidelines. Please feel free to say what ever is important to you, whether or not I have addressed it in the questions. All comments on this site are mediated first by myself before they are public, so they do not need to be publicised on line, I am happy to keep stories confidential and names anonymous.

  • What practical and/or spiritual preparation, guidance or instruction were you given to enter into puberty, sex, womanhood, birthing, motherhood, loss, menopause, cronehood?
  • Who offered you guidance (directly or indirectly)? Did it help you?
  • Were there ceremonies or rituals, even family traditions that supported you to acknowledge and embrace transition, in yourself and others?
  • What did these ceremonies mean for you at the time, and retrospectively?
  • How do you think these rites of passage, or lack of rites of passage, have affected you and your family or community?
  • If you never received any formal initiations, what do you¬†imagine¬†may have been different in your relationship to yourself as a woman, and to your community of women and family, if you had?
  • And vice versa- if you have undergone formal initiations, what do you¬†imagine¬†may have been different if you hadn’t?

I await your responses with an open mind, an open heart and a vow to keep confidential names and places if you request.

Thank you, thank you , thank you, gracias, merci, grazie, obrigada, terima kasi, kapun ka, takk, danke, shokran, arigato, xie xie,¬†efharisto,¬†d√™kuji,¬†sukria,¬†todah,¬†kamsa hamnida,¬†istutiy,¬†spasibo,¬†salamat po,¬†Pilamaya ye, ¬†A√Īay,¬†Nais,¬†Fa’afetai,¬†Thank ye,¬†Ke a leboga,¬†Yala bak allah,¬†Gunalch√©esh,¬†Malo,¬†Az√©haramo aypo-mia, Fakafetai, Enkosi, Oshe, Wiyarrparlunpaju-yungu, Yaqhanyelay, Tujechhe, Mauruuru roa, J…ôp…ôn,Tawdi, Nawari, Mehrbani, Ke a leboga, Angen, Hay sxw q’a, Pagui, Auw’e, Hambadiahana, Namasmasuk, Ka, Koutai, Chaltu may, Ka pai, Eso, Ashi, Webale, Moducu√©, Khawp jai, Gilakas’la, Murakoze, Ndondele, Chyeju gabba sai, Barkal, K√∂szi, Maake, Askwali, Vinaka, Imbuya mono, √ô r√ļ √®s√©, Yakoke, Zikomo, Hah√≥o, Juspaxar, And to all those traditional languages where thank you is not in the vocabulary because giving is considered a natural exchange of life.

References

Hannah Rachel Bell,¬†Men’s Business, Women’s Business

Betwixt and Between

Virginia Beane-Rutter, Woman Changing Woman

David Maybury-Lewis, Millennia

Lara Owen,  Her Blood is Gold

Dr. Cloud Lee, The Circle is Sacred

Robert Lawlor, Voices of the First Day

 

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