She handed me the key

She handed me the key. It was to the little white shed. I had just purchased with my father’s inheritance an 1890s 2 story farmhouse on 1+ acre on a creek. Just a mile from the downtown of our county seat in rural western Oregon. When I took the key she handed me, I looked at the metal tag it was attached to on which there was a stamped address in Royal Oak, Mi. This is where my father was raised in his mother’s house-much like the one I just bought. “Ha, right, and just you remember who is in charge here!”, was the next thought that went through my mind. My grandmother having been a spiritualist minister medium, living on the other side now, was giving me a big sign that I was most definitely not the one in charge here, and this sign showing me that I had made the correct choice was comforting.

I call it The Deer Creek House and it is a woman only space. For the first year we held quarterly “Feel Good Days” and invited all the healers and feelers to come for the day,-the feelers received healings and the healers provided. Then I started producing V-Day with The Vagina Monologues. The first year our local shelter was our 501c3 fiscal sponsor, part of V-Day requirements. The second year, due to the controversial subject of vaginas and federal funding being cut, the local shelter declined being our fiscal sponsor for V-Day. Soon after I received a phone call from a woman who was president of a 501c3 that had not done anything for 2 years, and the few women still on the inactive board had agreed that they should turn over the nonprofit status to someone and decided on me because I was already doing what their mission stated. WOW, these women did not even know we needed this 501c3 status in order to produce The Vagina Monologues in this very vagina unfriendly little city. Though the local newspaper had great articles and photos all 5 years I produced the event! Of course we had a whole Vagina Fair with silent auction and food.

In doing the necessary improvements to the old house, a 20 foot rock lined well was found under the floorboards in front of an old outbuilding that all got torn down. A well.!! I had prayed to the goddess Isis that if I could purchase this land and house that there would be an Isis temple. And she provides me with a well!!! But of course! Which is now uncovered and beautified and rituals and ceremony have been held. There is also a labrynth and firepit out back towards the creek. Where ceremonies and rituals have been held.

I love this space. My grandmother and Isis and some local ghosts are part of the house. And I wish to share it. I wish it to be my base of operations. I wish to spread my typed word to the furthest corners for connection, education, creation, cooperation, so those who do not know, may learn, and also for me to connect and learn how others are creating what I wish to. Seeking stories of girls’ schools that initiate them into womanhood. How are our girls ushered into womanhood? I envision a network of temples where women bring their daughters and learn self care: physical: their wombs, fertility, sexuality, children or not, , emotions and feelings, psychological, spiritual. Taking girls and women and young men on rites of passage 4+ day fasting vision quests. Call it: ”girls to wombnhood school”, or ”little amazon school”? Or send your favorite girl child to “auntie karen’s for life learning from a wise woman”.
I wish to write to inspire local and beyond and to continue to be an out spoken feminist in our very conservative, poverty and spiritually poor area. In my neighborhood I am soon to be putting out a flyer to all the neighbors to have a “block party” this summer,-never before happened.
All that I’ve experienced in this 4 weeks of world pulse pulsewire is everything that will help me move forward with this vision. Thank all you Goddess Women! Blessings.