Sacred Sisterhood Sacred Circles
Jul 28, 2021
Story
It is the women I love
Those women who meet with me in the woods
Who call us to circle with their drums
Who come to dance ourselves into our own power
Those women who call on us to create a shift
To find and use our voices
Reminding us
That we are not asking
We are commanding
We are not here to play small*
We are here to create change
Not to listen to more false promises
Centuries of lies and excuses
It is the women who I love
Who come as storytellers
With stories of their lives
With stories of our ancestresses
And the sisterhood
That for the first time in the history of this world
Is now connected globally
It is the sisters that I meet online across distance
That I love
I imagine that we are meeting in the woods
As we share these stories of survival everywhere
We healers of the world
We women
We know what we have been born into
We list and document what needs to change
Generations of this violent treatment
This takeover determined to keep hidden
The true history of this world
The herstory being carefully uncovered
And brought forward**
Of times and places in which women were and still are
Honoured as leaders
Every one of us
Honoured for our beautiful selves
Places and times in which no one is hungry
In which there is no war
In which we drink clear water from our lakes
In which we grow and gather food in harmony
With each other and with our beloved earth
In which there is no violence
This is what we know is possible
By our meeting with each other in the woods
This is what we know
Through our stories from and to each other
Put to drum and dance
Put to poetry and song
As we sing lullabies to each other
Across time zones as we sleep
As we memorize each others news
As we sing, and dance, and chant our ways forward
We continue to rise
And the sight, the sound, the taste, the smell, the feel, the sense of each other,
And the knowledge that we are in each others lives
Together, in the presence of our grandmother trees
Our sacred drums,
Our sacred dance,
This is the celebration we have longed for
Dreamed of
Dreamed up
Know has existed throughout time
This is the celebration we must never lose again
Now dreamed into these precious lives
We are living with each other
Rise, sisters, rise
Now we are rising together.
*Thank you Qween Hollins
**Max Dashu https://www.suppressedhistories.net