last week i began participation in a circle of women entitled “on becoming a woman”, organized and facilitated by this amazing woman.
the first months circle was framed by the hope to take time to revel in our mystery of being women. an opportunity to ”acknowledge and savor the many gifts we bring to this world as women”…with hopes to “surface the many “secrets” and pieces of wisdom that women can and have passed on to each other”…
this gathering will be an important part of my path.
i had a rainy, slow morning yesterday and with it a chance for the prior night’s conversations to do some work in me…
as i realize i continue to toil in my efforts to get it right…to be “enough”…and the way i desire to live and inform other women’s lives in becoming women is to listen to and live out of the wisdom we have known and held as women.
fruit does sometimes manifest from toil and labor…and with that posture it is sometimes hard to receive it…it is also also available NOW in rest and welcome…it is ready and ripe…
my hope is that i can offer myself the grace to receive it, to welcome it, and to surrender to it being born.
birth happens despite us… there is nothing one can do to stop it…despite us…birthing emerges in its own timing. it swells, it contracts, it urges, it hurts, it opens. it is grace. my hope is that i can live in a posture of welcome, with all of its messiness and mystery. tapping into the wisdom of the ancients that is in our dna as women…

it is damp and cold today and we have our wood stove burning. i have moved closer and i am reminded of that wisdom…do you remember…when it was that easy…when we found divinity in the fire…the giver of light, warmth, energy and life? there is something really freeing to tap into in that, as trust seems to get so complex…knowing all that we know and don’t know.
i am comforted to rest in that, next to the fire… “reveling in our mystery”.