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Sacred Sisterhood Sacred Circles



It is the women I love



Those women who meet with me in the woods



Who call us to circle with their drums



Who come to dance ourselves into our own power



 



Those women who call on us to create a shift



To find and use our voices



Reminding us



That we are not asking 



We are commanding



We are not here to play small*



We are here to create change



Not to listen to more false promises



Centuries of lies and excuses



 



It is the women who I love



Who come as storytellers



With stories of their lives



With stories of our ancestresses



And the sisterhood



That for the first time in the history of this world 



Is now connected globally



 



It is the sisters that I meet online across distance



That I love



I imagine that we are meeting in the woods



As we share these stories of survival everywhere



We healers of the world



We women



We know what we have been born into



We list and document what needs to change



Generations of this violent treatment



This takeover determined to keep hidden



The true history of this world



The herstory being carefully uncovered



And brought forward**



Of times and places in which women were and still are 



Honoured as leaders



Every one of us



Honoured for our beautiful selves



 



Places and times in which no one is hungry



In which there is no war



In which we drink clear water from our lakes



In which we grow and gather food in harmony



With each other and with our beloved earth



In which there is no violence



 



This is what we know is possible



By our meeting with each other in the woods



This is what we know



Through our stories from and to each other



Put to drum and dance



Put to poetry and song



As we sing lullabies to each other 



Across time zones as we sleep



As we memorize each others news



As we sing, and dance, and chant our ways forward



We continue to rise



 



And the sight, the sound, the taste, the smell, the feel, the sense of each other,



And the knowledge that we are in each others lives



Together, in the presence of our grandmother trees



Our sacred drums,



Our sacred dance,



This is the celebration we have longed for



Dreamed of 



Dreamed up



Know has existed throughout time



This is the celebration we must never lose again



Now dreamed into these precious lives



We are living with each other



Rise, sisters, rise



Now we are rising together.



 



*Thank you Qween Hollins



**Max Dashu https://www.suppressedhistories.net

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