There was a time in my life (in that maiden to mother phase) when I naturally fell into a routine of caring for my mate and child, spending more of my time on them than on anything else. It’s easy to do and I think many American women can identify.
Your girlfriends are in the same stage and it’s easy to let those friendships fall by the wayside. It’s easy to allow yourself the joys of family and immerse yourself in your relationship with a significant other. With the exception of lesbian couples, this is almost always a male dominated time in one’s life.
And there’s nothing wrong with that. I know, for me, it was a time to explore the Animus side of my own psyche. I spent a tremendous amount of time trying to put myself in my husband’s shoes, in order to better understand him. It was part of my endeavor to be a good wife/partner in our relationship. And much of this time in my life was worthwhile and valuable and enjoyable.
But something was still missing. I realized, one day, that so much of my life revolved around Husband and Family that I no longer had strong bonds with women. In fact, I wasn’t sure I ever had. I seemed to hold a belief in the back of my mind that I’d always identified more with men anyway. In hindsight, this might have been a “sour grapes” sort of attitude. I felt obligated to that life… even though, when I got honest with myself, I had to admit that I chose it. But there was, at that time, a bit of a feeling of being trapped in that.
In my marriage, our friends were HIS friends. My women friends were the wives of his friends. So I thought I’d try to cultivate some real bonds in that pool of choices. I decided to have a party just for the women in our social group.
I devised a beautiful, pampering “High Tea” sort of soiree. I called it my Sereni-Tea Party, during which each woman would receive massages, manicures, a soak in the Hot-Tub and all sorts of pampering. I also devised a small ritual, where each woman was crowned as a Goddess.
The idea was to remind each of us that we are sovereign in our lives, that we may choose, daily, how (and for whom) to live. It was a big hit. Everyone loved it. No one loved it more than I did. It sparked some changes in my life that are still in the works, I think.
I’m not sure if anyone else at that party “got” what I was trying to convey… but I did. I claimed myself that day, and again and again on many days that followed it, I claimed my own sovereignty.
The experience sparked a new way of thinking for me. I had one close female friend and I forged deeper into that bond. She supported me and cared about my outcomes. It was a really good start.
I began to embody the Queen archetype. And that sovereign queen of her own life was not the woman my husband married. So in some ways, I could call that the beginning of the end of my marriage. It’s okay. It was a marriage that needed to end. And when it did, those women (the wives of his friends) shunned me like an Amish photographer. And that’s okay too. They were not “my tribe” anyway.
After the divorce I began to create more and more relationships with women. I came honestly and openly into groups of females sharing my experiences and my ideas, and offering my empathy for the things that they may have experienced as well. And that’s when the magick started to happen in my life.
I joined a witch’s grove of learning. We met each week to discuss books, teach and learn and challenge each other toward excellence. In the process we also loved, nurtured, supported and cheered each other on. The grove developed into a coven. I served as one of the leaders of that coven for quite a few years.
I learned and grew more in those years than any other time in my life that I can recall. I increased my personal power exponentially during that time, because of the company of other powerful women, all striving for their own excellence and the collective excellence of the group. It created such momentum. We were all swept along in it.
My leadership role in that group led me to more leadership. I formed a non-profit spiritual center in my own home. We offered worship services of an inclusive nature. We provided workshops, support groups, had festivals. And I gained all of the experiences of facilitating that. And I could not have done it without the blessing of a number of breath-taking feminine souls who were regular members at the center. They enriched me and the others in our group tremendously.
Life changed, as it does, and eventually I closed the center and moved clear across the country. In my new home town, I volunteer and teach at a non-profit which supports women in ALL their endeavors to improve their own lives. It’s called Fresh Start Women’s Foundation.
And now, I also facilitate women’s spiritual retreats. The latest installment of that happened in Sedona, AZ last month.
(There’s a new one coming up in November – Click here for more info!)
Six women from different backgrounds, understandings, beliefs and challenges came together. We discussed and explored our hopes and fears. We worked towards our dreams. We shared laughter and shed tears. We moved forward in our lives, powerfully and magickally.
Above is photographic evidence of the goddess power we generated around us. (Watch the orb at the foot of each goddess. This showed up on 3 different cameras!)
Yin in Taoism is the Feminine Principle. The feminine aspect of this dualistic reality in which we live occupies the “dark side” of the yin yang symbol.
In Wiccan circles the Goddess is represented by the Moon, the night, while the God is represented by the Sun and the day.
This, in no way should be interpreted as meaning that the feminine principle is “bad” or “wrong”, although that is the way that much of our patriarchal society defines it.
But the divine feminine is a mystery. The High Priestess card in Tarot holds a scroll, which is half hidden and sits before a curtain, beyond which are mysteries and wisdom untold. There are even popular jokes about how women are complete mysteries to men.
There’s a reason for that. And I think it’s our power. This kind of power cannot simply be offered to everyone. The power of the Feminine Divine is hidden for a reason. The right to exist in its web must be earned.
And the women whose power is blatant and obvious to the world have been called everything under the sun, from demon, harlot, bitch to witch, activist, boss and Goddess.
The fact is that all women possess this power. The degrees may vary or the power may be more or less suppressed by this patriarchal jailhouse, but, make no mistake, it is there. It is present and can be awakened to greater strengths to greater missions and to the greatness of all things touched by such power.
I’ve found that when women come together in any kind of group, there is a magickal phenomenon that takes place. There is a heightened power, an increase in intensity, like a spiritual battery being turned on.
A woman is powerful.
A couple of women, or a group, aligned in their Will, connected at their hearts and clear in their intentions, are UNSTOPPABLE, and deeply magickal.
I’m not talking about excluding men from your life, by any means! Today, I am in a committed and happy relationship with a loving, wonderful man. In fact, I believe that the time I’ve spent loving and nurturing other women (and myself) is a direct contributor to my finding him and to my being worthy of him. Our relationship is very strong. We believe in each other. We encourage each other. We acknowledge each other’s sovereignty. And I adore spending time with him.
But these days, as the sovereign queen/goddess that I am, I choose to also spend a lot of quality time in the company of Yin.