I am re-writing my herstory I am re-writing my herstory. I am rewriting my herstory so that at 13 my mother held me during my first blood. She told me about its magic, its power. She took me by the hand and led me outside where we placed it in the soil. We cleansed my body that night with oils and I sat in the bath tub while my sister scrubbed my feet and rubbed my shoulders. I am re-writing my herstory so that every full moon the sisters in our village gather and dance underneath the stars. mother. sister. grandmother. I am rewriting my herstory so that when i bleed i sit with other women in a large outdoor tent where i sit before my mother. she braids my hair. i am naked on the earth. i hear the cries of children. i hear the sweet whispers of song. i am rewriting my herstory so that at 15 i was initiated into the rites as a priestess, to the rites of being wombman. and i was taken in a circle by my sisters, dressed in white and i was purified with water and i was held in prayer. we broke my virginity together and i was shown the ways of pleasure. i am rewriting my herstory so that i bleed with the moon cycle and know what herbs to plant because grandmother showed me I know how to speak to my garden so that it heals me because grandmother showed me i know how to track my ovulation and blood because mother taught me i know how to speak with the animals because father taught me i know how to call in the directions and sit in council because grandfather taught me and i know how to love because the children taught me. I am rewriting my herstory so that when i was 18 i was recognized by my community as woman. and my father had deep eyes when he looked over at me, took my by the hand, and lovingly announced me to the village and I began my work as a healer, and I had my first drink of medicine at the fire. I am rewriting my herstory so that i remember the ritual bed in which my brothers and sisters in the village gathered to explore each other together. we grew to know each others bodies. we grew to knew each others touch. we grew to know our own pleasure. we grew to feel with our hands. we grew to know our hearts capacity. we knew we were safe. I am re-writing my herstory so that when it is the spring, fall, winter, and summer equinoxes i remember the preparation, i remember the dance, i remember the prayer, i remember the song, and i remember whom i loved. i am re-writing my herstory so that when there is birth in the village we celebrate and sit in council and in prayer and when there is death we celerate and sit in council and in prayer. i am re-writing my herstory so that we remember i am re-writing my herstory so that our children wont have to i am re-writing my herstory so that one day we will look back read these words and say with a smile, this was the beginning. Star Stone-source of World.
Posted on: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 17:50:02 +0000
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