A chain of women can save this world. Women talking, women loving, women laughing. Women singing, women dancing, women blessing. Women dreaming, women smiling, women howling. Women hugging, women nursing, women telling stories. In this timeless space, there is no space for confusion about what matters for humanity.
This year at the New Brunswick Womyn’s Summit I felt my old heart healing – with the love and simplicity of kind sisters around me. Straightforward caring, straightforward smiling, making gentle connections, feeding each other, and the babies, helping each other with our abundant knowledge and skills. Inside our hearts, an ocean of tears. Outside, the Atlantic Ocean – to run and float in nakedly, with other women and the tiny (non-stinging) jellyfish.
Grandmother and Elder Georgina starting us off with her kindness to bless and welcome us all to this gathering in the Mi’kmaw part of the world. Her love fever spreading in our bodies and minds, for all of us, especially for the sacred pregnant ones, and for the sacred mothers with nursing babies. A taste of a world where Grandmothers refresh the sacred in our hearts, and are revered. A world where we can see who these sainted women are.
Sister Morningstar shared her simple simple powerful ways to re-guide our minds back to the circle of life. Resting or moving she gave off the bright sunshine of her name. With no doubts about which direction to face, with a sparkling face, with a tough skin, with a gentle hand, she helps. She helps.
Host and organizer Natalie was willing to be who she was, which is so rare in this world. Incredible generosity, intensity of a steady burning fire, loving and caring for the happiness of all.
Lady Yo, with the belly shape all around, in a cup, in ourselves, in the planet. Primordial Do-it-yourselfer, loyal to awakeness.
Little Luna and all the loved loved loved babies.
And so many more unique ones, all of us.
How I wish all women could have even 24 hours of women’s time, linked arm in arm in joy and strength. Turn away from the separating walls and contortions forced upon us. Let the power of sisterly love seep into our bones. Respect each other so deeply, and watering that respect, that the hateful images of ourselves, burned into our brain, dissolve and disappear.
Greed and patriarchy push women to abandon each other, to rival each other. It pushes us to question the simplicity of our hearts, and pushes us to ally ourselves with materialistic overlords, in our homes, in our communities and in our nations.
But just once knowing true sisterly love and power will amaze us, will reawaken us, will strengthen us. And we will never go back for the crumbs off the table, while the earth is being eaten. We will never turn away from our sisters and brothers struggling to be safe. We will be the safe harbours, and the daring ones in the night, and the hand holders and the sword dancers.
In a community where all the women are linked at the heart, abusers and dominators can’t enter. They stand out in stark contrast. They are sniffed out. They are not believed. Without having to fight, they will be gone.
It will be done – amen. 🙂
More on Sister Morningstar here
More fun pages from people at the Summit:
Yolande Clark birth attendant and potter
Kate Varsava does everything, apparently
Taoist medicine for women: Alana
Mara Panacci, yoga renegade