But we had scheduled the date several weeks before.
And the truth was, my body and soul ached. For deep connection with my sisters. With the primordial Feminine that arises and envelops as we sit in the container of the whole with each other in reflection.
I'd beckoned some of my closest female friends to be with me, in celebration of my birthday. Women who'd walked beside me through the fires, over and over again.
We were getting together to honor this season of great transition in my life, and this passage of sacred blossoming in all of our hearts. Going ever deeper in to that uncharted place that longs only to know Herself most fully.
And the week leading up to our sisterhood time... I got sick. And EVERYONE in my family got sick. And my husband developed kidney stones. And he never gets sick! He never gets sick.
And it felt like we were going through a massive labor... just like giving birth. And there was so much doing. Laundry. Cooking. Dolling out herbs. Running to the store. Running another bath. Just so much doing.
I was worn down.
It's not easy to let others be with me when I'm not feeling my best. I've always kept to a strict regimen of soul nourishment, so I can 'clean up,' be aligned, make sure my t's are crossed and i's dotted before engaging in deep ways with kindred connections. I've always been overly responsible, and want to be certain I'm not leaving energetic baggage for others to figure out or take on.
But something new was awakening. Something new was inviting me to surrender.
Something that gently helped me see, my baggage was not necessarily a burden. It might just be a liberation!
And so... I asked my sisters to hold me even in my depletion. I let myself feel sick and feeble in their arms. Congested, unable to breathe. I let them support me through my deepest self-judgements to discover that in my sickness I am NOT SICK!
In my sickness, I am whole and well.
Before all this began, I said I wanted to feel like a newborn in the arms of the Mother again. And here I lay, naked to my sisters, coughing, sneezing, wheezing... being in my body as it was. Just as it was.
And they embraced me. And sang sweet melodies from their hearts. And they loved me. Oh, how they loved me.
And I let them.
Yes, I let them!
And I felt what it means to be carried along. Gently floated on the sea.
And the feeling of Her eternal embrace became reignited within my own flesh and blood.
And I remembered what I'd never forgotten.
I remembered what I had never forgotten.
In the arms of our Sisters we discover ourselves. In our wholeness. In our deepest unity.
In these times may you vulnerably reach towards this Revolution of Sisterhood that is here to cradle you into remembrance of what you've never forgotten.
The wisdom our world most needs rests right within you, dear sister. Right within you!