I belong to a women's' circle. We are the Raven Sisters. I belong there.
The circle is held by a kind, wise, strong witch. She holds us. Each woman is invited to be wise, vulnerable, raw. Real. We come with what we are traveling with.
Last night I reflected on how long I have been journeying with these wonderfilled beauties. How many ups and downs, crisis and celebrations we have experienced with each other. The passing of time marked by showing up for ourselves and each other.
We come together to be in ceremony with each other, to make and to tell each other stories; old stories shed and new stories, holding space for our growth. In circle we are each sisters who love each other. We believe each other when we speak and offer each other our heart felt reflections.
Last night we made broomsticks to sweep away the old and sweep in the new. We celebrated each others lives through our broomsticks and the tales we told of their making and what might come now.
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