Yesterday we gathered in Sherbrooke Forest to create a circle of magic and love to hold and embrace our own Lilith stories. Such beautiful stories they were, full of courage and honesty and wild beauty. Thank you to all of the sisters who joined us in the green heart of the forest, I feel such excitement to know you and see you embrace your own outcast sister, holding her to your heart once more.
The Lilith circles are limited to 13 women to ensure that we can journey deeply. For the sisters who missed out on a place, I will be holding this circle again on Saturday 9th November at Kumbada Studio in the Dandenongs.
You belong to the night.
You have blood on your thighs
and fuhrze in your hair.
You smell of loamy fertile soil.
Your breasts give life,
Your sex is a mystery school
leading to the holy of holies.
Turn your eyes inward.
Use owls' vision to see where you come from.
Slip beneath the surface,
and feel yourself become full.
Make a marriage to the moon.
Divorce the false gods of intellect and reason.
Find meaning in your dreams.
And in the secrets of your body.
Follow no authority -
But your own true nature.
Make a sacred fire.
And throw on it all that you would use to harm yourself.
Make kindling from shame.
Let your dance be wild.
Your voice be honest.
And your heart untamed.
Don't make sense.
Yoni verse Burlesque
|Lilith Spirit Doll - Embracing all parts of ourselves
Tawny Frogmouth Medicine
Tonight I have opened this shamanic dreaming pool for the girls, the women, and the babies of the Magdalene Laundries / Asylum at Abbotsford Convent I have been asked by so many women if this workshop is open to everyone. YES! We are all worthy to be called Medicine Women. Each of us carries a sacred essence that is unique to our spirit, wise and powerful. Together we can perform such a deep collective healing at this site of previous female suffering. With our love and our voices, we will sing this site into a place to honour Feminine Wisdom.
Return Medicine Women - bring your love here.
I have just discovered this potent poem by Aisha Wolf - beautiful TRUTH! I feel such synchronicity here as we open the dreaming well of Femmina Unbound - Medicine Women Return for the collective healing of ourselves and the sisters of the Magdalene Laundries at Abbotsford Convent. SHE is stirring, she is rising, she is unveiling...
|William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825 – 1905)|
|Deirdre of the Sorrows|