Inviting the magic?
I repeat myself, but this was another amazing start of our Women Moving the Edge gathering. In our tradition we started with some music, not just to dance – but possible if you felt inclined – but to settle in and listen to want your body wanted.
Then silence
Then the opening by Edveeje Fairchild, and her amazing poem:
Return oh Daughter
For deeper than the pain
And deeper than the misery
Of this fallen
And falling world,
Is the gift of woman,
A soul created to embody
And meant to bear the mark,
Not of shame,
But of eternal glory.
Eve was her name:
Mother of all Living.
The womb and the heart of the Creator
Birthed in Eden as an Ezer Kenegdo,
A lifesaver and sustainer,
A mirror of Beauty in the world.
Return oh Daughter to the Garden,
You who bear the Creator’s Glory
In a fallen
And falling world.
Take up your Crown of Roses
And the one of thorns:
This is Earth’s most desperate hour,
And the Kingsdom’ s keys
Lay within your gentle hands.
She invited us to share what made us come here, what was calling, what is the edge we are on. Amazing stories followed, an amazing weaving of threads… I try to picture some of them…
One thread is about the power of place. We are in this ‘magical seaside village of Magnolia’, surrounded by the sea at three sides, and it seems to call forth the feminine. Apparently it is situated on a leyline with gives it a certain quality of energy. Through this little village runs what is called the Old Salem Road. Salem was the place in this region where the witches of the time were burned.
This relates to another thread that is very present to me since yesterday: Where did we loose the magic?
Is it holding the mystery of life?
Where is our wild woman?
Is it the magic that we long for?
Is it through living the magic that we are alluring?
How to reclaim the magic?
And how are both threads related? How can we call the powers of a place in service of moving the edge?
I want to birth who I am.
We want to birth who we are.
Moving into fears in order to live fully.
The unknowing is closest to wisdom.
Do I belong to the elders?
Rediscovering my fire
Tolerating the not-knowing long enough
A receptive movement
Do we dare to invite the magic in?
What is it that we don’t ask?
Of course, the magic is here! Are we aware of it?
Magic is being totally alive; magic is alchemy; magic is mystical.
Wanting to know magic from an earth place. When am I nurturing the light?
How can we heal the future?
Pain, held together, becomes something important.
Holding pain in an impersonal way.
The story of the practice of Ho’oponopono turned something upside down for me. It is a Hawain practice that means “to make it right with the ancestors, or to make right with the people with whom you have relationships.” “The one who was hurt would forgive the other immediately, because it is inappropriate for anyone to carry guilt any longer than they had to. We call this the Hawaiian Code of Forgiveness, and it’s an important thought, because when we forgive others, who are we forgiving? Ourselves, of course.”
Remembering all this hurting done to women and the feminine over decades and centuries are we staying the victims and let the masculine carry the guilt? Or can we see the pain the men and the masculine are in? Can we say: I love you?
Is this the magic we need to do?
Is this the transformation of the wounds of the past in service of the future potential that we named in our guiding question?
Is this the new story that we will attend to, releasing the old one?
Or is there more? The next days will tell…