The power of sisterhood in the Rose Temple 🌹

When women come together in circle, we go into safe and sacred space intentionally.

We cast the circle and say - 

Sister, I SEE you.

I HONOR YOU.

I REMEMBER YOU.

And I welcome you, with all my heart, to this circle.

One by one, a woman takes the hand of another woman as if to signal…

I’ve got you.

You belong here.

You are safe with me.

So often we come to each other with deeply held sister wounds.

We remember the pain of being rejected, unaccepted and perhaps 

betrayed by another woman - albeit a mother, a female lover or a long ago school friend.

The hurt is still etched in the somatic memory of the body.

Being open, vulnerable and truly seen can be scary.

So we start gently.

We look into each other eyes, run an infinity symbol between hearts and affirm:

I am you

You are me

We are one 

We are SHE.

Then…we spiral deeper.

We share our stories.

We speak the vulnerable truth of our hearts.

We hold each others wombs.

We breath.  

We sing.

We scream if energy is moving that way as Shakti Ma is invoked.

We allow tears to flow without trying to comfort.

We listen without responding but rather within the radical frame of simply witnessing.

Our words are woven.

A web of ancient wisdom is cast.

Hearts begin to open.

Sisterhood is born.

Slowly, and with patience, the velvet petals of the rose heart begin to unfurl.

The feminine soul feels cradled.

We shift into a frequency of divine sacred connection.

Past hurt yields to being held.

The holy rose gold flame is ignited.

We melt into the warmth of one another’s arms.

Reveling in the medicine of Mother’s Love.

Opening to receive.

Armor dissolves.

Heart walls give way.

Women soften.

Sisterhood is born.