Marveled by the opulent colored rainbows contrasting gray billowy clouds, rain calls at the peak of the full moon. surrendering in ways we may not understand, but the significance of Mother Nature was clear, we cannot control what is innately given to us. As I walked with my barefeet throughout the wet grassy land observing the various degrees of green. I thought surely the rain would make it uncomfortable, but here we were hundreds of womyn feeling a call to camp in sisterhood, away from our comfort zones ready to be empowered by the purest forms of mother nature. It was a weekend that brought out the grit, and it certainly was a dance to keep our emotions steady when confronted by her magnificence.
I believe the sisters felt the gentleness of the land immediately, despite the weather, there was something special here. The land called in gentle hearts to ground and praise its beauty.
I believe the land was not only feminine but with energy of the divine masculine, like a crystal reflection to gather the fallen branches, creating pathways to come togeteher as one. I believed we were met a with a family of elders trees holding us. Our great grandfather tree stood strong with all the children... and there were plenty healthy younger trees, flowering bushes, insects and birds all nourished by the river on this mystical land for some time now. It felt like a home well lived, and these trees were happy to greet us.
Of the many years this gathering has not only shared Heart space and many kindred voices, there are those that have arrived only to deflect the work that calls, opinions that have rumbled like a thundering storm.
In all honesty, if you hear something, read something negative, I am asking you pay no mind to all that, because if you do, it really does a disservice. We are all opinioned creatures, but there is a betterment happening here and we deserve something of this caliber to take place. Beautiful women sharing their teachings to other women in nature.. with peace and love. What could be better?
If you really are tuning in to a life of sacredness, while not perfect, what happens there even if it resides in one clear channel is still pretty awesome. It takes so much to look beyond ourselves and know that growth has happened once you leave, and it could be long after we commence, but does happen.
I saw five rainbows in three days including a double rainbow after a long vibrational chant in my Free the voice class taught by the amazing song composer Odeya Nini. I have an even greater understanding of the human condition: move thoughtfully, discern my voice, raise our vibration and remember how sensitive ALL women truly are.
Grand mother Sarah in Dream class whispered into my river stone, blessing it up while saying, I am like a big body of water, I carry emotion, hold ing many hearts into a loving space is something I carry. she also reminded me to tred softly through those deep waters I could cry just thinking about that blessing because even with the decades of work I have done, I know I still have some years to go.
As I said goodbye to this impeccably giving land of cedar trees, to which I was provoked to spontaneously jump into the turquoise waters, very much as I arrived.... the river calling me into some kind of initiation. Even with the cold brisk splash that sent my body into numbness, I felt warm quite quickly, and with that was my experience. It was the caressing sounds of the evening song circles, the benevolent and strong beautiful faces that stood next to the warmth of the fire, and the gleam of nakedness emerging in the groves of trees after steamy sauna, and hearing the laughter echoing into the wee hours of the morning just made it all so rich.
This story ends with reverence:
I am without a doubt honored to have shared my mornings with my Tea Temple sisters, Baelyn, Skylar, Erin and Melissa. To offer humility at the break of dawn is no easy task, recalling a practice that pulls you out of comfort into the cold misty morning and into our tea yurt to prepare a temple sit with 33 women. I will say, it was not without seeing it's beauty, walking amongst the trees taking in the last bit of moonlight before the sun sparkled over the riverbed. But the when the steam rose from our kettles pulling us closer into oneness... Their eyes became my daily inspiration. In those moments, I slipped into nothingness. letting go and knowing that grace finds itself through each bowl shared.
I am ever so grateful to hear the call of the wild, my 4th Spirit Weavers was never determinded by it's demand, popularity or fear of missing out. The choice to go was always a little spontaneous, like being awoken from a dream and some sister whispering... "just go".
I have been to every piece of land it held once, and now forever Cave Junction is the new home to this Gathering... I cherish each one so differently from the next, but one thing is for certain. It has changed me, expanded my heart into the cosmos.
To the soft spoken Mea @daughterofsun :: The visionary that has risen above all obsticles, consequences and meaningful surrender. What a gift you have brought into the world and to us women. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Dearest Baelyn @allmattersofspirit, I believe you are the Heart Center of this gathering, the loyal one, the one that holds it down, and the one who is leading us to the greater path with laughter, strength and mindfulness. I love you.
Lastly, I wanted to share some love here to my dearest Tea sister Cici from Taiwan. Journeyning and Camping with her, witnessing her heart being blasted open after Paola's Cacao Cereomony, surrendering to the relentlessly cold and rainy weather, and exploring the expressions of divine sisterhood... Well, it made everything that much more humbling, that much more beautiful, and that much more worth going. I love you so much Cici. My little sister.
If we can inspire or be with someone to do something wild and free, something that can challenge us in every way. do it.
All my love to you sisters, and those especially who I was so honored to share a bowl of tea with.
xoxo The Sage who loves