Women's Circles
I've often had feedback from women attending circle that they don't know what to say, or that they're anxiously hovering over the "unmute" button, worrying they will get it wrong.
Then when they do find they are able to speak they find having an open platform disconcerting. One woman said to me today "I'm not used to people not talking over me"
The dilemma of women everywhere, when what you want and need frightens and overwhelms you. This is what I need, but where do I go from here?
This is so so normal and why held circle spaces are so important for women moving forward in their lives and into their own power. As women we are rediscovering what it means to be together and to make our voices heard. As we are feeling our way into leadership we need structure. Clear boundaries, facilitation and support. I love seeing women making huge leaps and bounds in their confidence as weeks go on.
There is no pressure to talk in circle.
There is no pressure to say and do the right things.
Showing up is enough, you are so enough!
Thank you for giving us a glimpse into your precious life.
“What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.” - Muriel Rukeyser
The Ways
It is a process of returning.
The walls press in around me,
I cannot tell if it is constriction
Or comfort
Now holding me like a seed In the ground.
Outside the land is vast
The mountain mother
Looming over us
Shrouded In mist.
The man sings that everything
Must belong somewhere
I sing under my breath
The words memorised as a girl
"That's why I'm staying here."
Staying here
Sitting in the discomfort
Allowing myself to be buried.
I catch my breath on cold mornings
I hide under blankets
I escape the world, for a time.
I become raw and unmasked
I sink deeper Into the knowledge of not knowing.
It is then that she comes to me
Woman of the trees
Antlers and cloak
Hands me pieces of old treasures
Long forgot
By all save those
Who know where to find them.
They were never lost.
You
Were never lost.
Imagine A Child
Imagine a child
Who changes the course of your life
Takes you through to feminine
Embodiment and archetype
In a burning fire of initation
You grow up together
A Scorpio to your Taurus
So you both dig in your heels
And butt heads
Over and over
Sharing a love of novels
And food, and truth.
Those precious moments
While reading, or driving,
When he speaks
He sees so clearly
He cuts through my ego
He reminds me of my imperfection
My inconsistency
Exposes us adults for the frauds we are.
Imagine a child
Who is more clever than you
And knows it
Who has been to hell
Who looks evil in the face
And laughs
And does what he wants anyway.
I hope one day he forgives me
My darling son
Happy birthday x
https://thewomenswitch.com/blog/2015/10/16/my-birth-story
