Last night I had a wonderful unplanned night. Everything I had
planned cancelled at the last minute. Leaving me the time to go to a friend’s
house, between dropping off and picking up children, to hang out with a group
of women. 12 of us. Diversified in our own right. From Bermuda. Ireland.
Canada. England. Switzerland. America. All together sharing a common bond of
womanhood. Sisterhood.
Exchanging stories ranging from books, to breasts, to love,
to desires. To tattoos. To men. To menopause. That’s the beauty of a woman
circle. Nothing is off limits. Nothing is out of bounds. We share when the
energy is right. We affirm each other. Let each other know we are okay. We are
not alone.
Drinking wine. Eating food. No one outdoing the other. Each
woman bringing her own story. Sharing as much of herself as she could and
wanted to.
Laughing. Talking. No boundaries. No borders. Different
cultures. All of us in our late forties and up. Reminiscing about life. No one
judging. Some of us strangers at first. But by the end we were hugging each other
like we were long lost friends.
The differences between us blurring with the commonality of womanhood.
Humankind. Of the fact that no matter where we come from we are all the same at
the core. With the common quest for a sense of belonging. Of understanding. Of love.
A wonderful end to what began as a sad day. I felt my mother
watching over me. Through the eyes of every woman that was there. Surrounding
me. Embracing me with that womanly love. That love that can be so strong. Full
of compassion when we allow it to flow naturally.
Then towards the end, a teenage daughter of one of the women
came out to join in our circle of women. Snapping photos of us randomly.
Capturing the spirit of the moment. The essence of the woman spirit. I looked
across at the young lady hoping she will do as we women were doing, continue
the circle of women. Passing the energy around. Giving each other something
special, filling each other’s well.
And then the night was over for me as I had to rush off to
pick up my son. Filled to the brim with the love, compassion and sharing of 12
women who had sat around in a circle passing the talking stick from one to the
other. Giving each other the strength and confidence to be.
To my friend who organised it and brought us together. Women
from all walks of life Women from different cultures. Women from different
beliefs. Reminding us we are all the same no matter where we come from. Thank
you.
What an amazing circle! Women need to do this more often...we all need to find women to do this with! Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI agree. The power of the woman circle is most gratifying when the energy is pure and with good intention. And it was that night for each woman that entered that circle, who was called to that circle from all walks of life cultures and places in our lives. Called together to share and heal, to laugh and talk. It was beautiful because there were no expectations.
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