What a delight I had this weekend, priestessing and hostessing Red Tent in my home. I haven't entertained in years consumed by my studies, work and need for healing solitude. I had forgotten how much I enjoy expressing the abundant Taurus energy I carry. It was the first time I'd viewed my home from the eyes of a guest (to the best of my ability) in a very long time. Interesting view. As I fussed over my home, preparing food came to mind, another idea came to hang curtains in such a way as to create an entrance to Tent. One fussy thing after another, and with each new idea to beautify our sacred area, I felt myself remember and honor that which is me. It's amazing how such a little thing can bring back so many memories, buried in the recesses of my mind, and be such a huge thing at the same time.
Usually, my events begin with a meditation to help set the intention and connect together in consciousness. This time, I decided to take free play for a whirl and hand over the materials. Trusting womb-man to discover and create as she knows best -- Her intuition. Her inner wisdom. Trust.
I am so grateful for the amazing opportunities I have been given in this life. Priestessing is one of those times when everything comes together and really makes sense. Seeing women smile and talk about their yoni's with laughter and delight while in relaxed comfort pushing on edges from years of conditioning. Thank you to the eleven women who spent time exploring their personal expression of the sacred yoni vessel and took a creative leap of faith to create amazing pieces of art. My mind is blown and new ideas swirl!!!
Thank you, womb-man for daring to be bold. Thank you, Sisters. Thank you.
Oh ye, mighty woman, I love you.