by Miku Lenentine
We are AWAKENING into the full moon of the
Crystal Rabbit of Universalization, and Cooperation.
We are becoming Kin again
weaving our way back together into the one world tree,
the universal tapestry.
Spirit Weavers is a nearly 800 person, all women's, ancestral skills gathering that takes place in Cave Junction, Oregon (Takelma Territory) each year near the Summer Solstice.
It is a gathering place for women from all over the world, in all walks of life, all returning to re-learn, share and teach in the great remembering of the Old Way(s) of being with the land, and with each other. Even though we can't go back in time, something very special happens when we come together.
It is as if an ancient knowingness returns. Old threads of forgotten memories of how to
be, stored deep in our somatic awareness and genomic memory come alive within us.
Just as
Stargazer Li, teaches, the one constellation people can universally recognize is the Big Dipper. Always. This is because we have twenty-five thousand years of navigating by the sky. We just somehow know this.
When we gather around the fire, there is the same knowingness. When we sit by the fire, it is the time of stories, of song, of sharing...glowing connection in the darkness. We return to an instinctive state that 1 million years of tending fire has taught us. It is part of who we are.
When women gather, something similar happens. It is magical.
First, there was one woman swaying with the
beautiful music of drumming and flute.
Then there were two.
And finally, a third, the triple goddess.
Three women gathered swaying and dancing, hearts toward each other
The music drumming
It is like a CALLING IN
A siren call to sisters, to awaken. The original call, not to doom others,
but the call to AWAKEN to gather
Goddess
Awaken Goddess. Three are singing, three are dancing...it is time to join.
And then there are others...one by one, women streaming out of the fields,
and the woods leaving their baskets to join the dance.
This is so very natural, wild, free.
This is what happens when we gather
We sing and share stories as we weave our baskets
We laugh awkwardly at first
Throats rusty, not quite knowing what to do
But, there is a knowing, a calling
to Join
At Spirit Weavers, we are relearning and remembering how to be
in a village together. Coming into the universalizing force of the call to cooperate
and begin to remember how to move as ONE
in a way that Women still remember how to do.
We are coming with crushed hearts, aching wombs, sickness, and forgotten dreams
We have been stomped on and shut down
and we have so much Grief! for this shutting down, this forgetting.
We have forgotten who we are
But the lineage is not lost, it is just forgotten
and it is here we can remember together again.
It is not always easy,
it is not without challenges as so many of us our hurting and wounded,
in trauma, depression, rightful rage and earned despair.
We can't do it exactly as before
800 people in a village is a lot!
And yet,
we are doing it.
We are here.
We are gathering.
We are weaving our hearts together to heal
the wounds we cannot heal alone.
Healing our hearts together
and weaving our lives together
again in remembrance...
We are weaving
the dark and light threads
as we
journey through.
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So many blessings and much gratitude for the vision keepers of Spirit Weavers.
Thank you Mea and thank you Sisters!
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