Yesterday, I read Judith Duerk’s Circle of Stones. It is not a lengthy work but it is packed full of power. The power of women. At the end of each chapter, in bold print, she poses a question. The question usually begins with “how might your life have been different if there had been a place for you. A place of women. A place to go to…”
I am not one to ‘what if’, personally, but that is not what this book does. It is not a book of regret. What it does is pose these questions to touch something within you. Deep within you. Forgotten for millennia. To wake that something up. To cause you to remember. And in causing you to remember, it causes you to see. See how far off we are from where we once were. To know in earnest, in the deepest crevice of your soul that it has not always been this way. And with the knowing comes pain. Not pain that is rooted in negativity, but pain that is now being honored. Pain that comes with finally, FINALLY being validated. Pain of release, of recognition, of acknowledgment, admission, and affirmation. Pain of loss, of longing, of soul-cries.
And with the pain comes tears. Weeping. Soul-weeping. But you are not weeping alone. You are weeping with every woman who was and is, praying with your tears for the women who have yet to come, that the world will be different for them. Praying that you can help to create that difference, that new world. That world where the Feminine is Sacred once more.