Recent signs and dreams have lead me down the long, dark, blurred road of my ancestry. Lead me into learning another language of my soul's past. Lead me to picking up the fabric we are all so interwoven in to add another stitch and trace with my finger it's beginnings. In a culture so lost and stumbling, we barely notice how we've lost our songs. Our stories. Our medicines. But still, they are not far from reach if you are willing to stop and listen.
Sifting through literature, bits of history, written accounts, I can't help but ask again and again, where are the women? Yes we hear about the warriors, the chiefs, the chieftans, the kings, the battles, and the territories. We can see the women through beautifully woven textiles but what of their stories? Some of the stories reside in the handcrafts but others will remain mysterious.
When I bring together women each full moon to sit in circle it is not to vent our woes, it is not for talking about the day, it's for something much bigger than ourselves. Women across cultures, across continents, across time connect in a knowingness that cannot fully be described in a patriarchal language. We can try but it doesn't quite convey why any woman I know can feel akin to a woman who lived a thousand years before her. Maybe it's the blood, maybe it's the babies but I think it runs even deeper, into a soul language. A soul language that struggles to be heard, that is feared, or really just doesn't have the words to articulate. And so we make best with what we're given, while we take council underground, in rooms, in woods, in the grocery store, wherever, to connect together through this soul language. .
I know some very beautiful and wise women who believe this to be one of the single most rooted powers known to this earth. Really. With a world so unbalanced it is now more than ever to reach out to your soul language council.
"She breathes the woman's song of birth, both harsh and joyous; she breathes the death of old worlds worn to whispers rattling in the throat. She breathes the winds of change that lift our soul to wings, our minds alight. She has breathed us to this moment, to this purpose."