Preparing for Women Moving the Edge

Friday 1 February 2008

We have been together for 24 hours, Judy, Ria and me. Soaking each other up. Allowing our energetic capillaries to flow into each other and mingle in the physical space as we have been doing in the ethers for the past however many months. These two women are beautiful souls and together I feel we can hold anything.


We always start in silence. Well… first off, when I arrived at Ria’s place on Thursday morning fresh from the school run, I babbled for about twenty minutes without even taking a breath, just to dump out all of the stuff I had carried with me into our circle. All the life, plans, projects, conundrums that had been occupying me, stressing me. THEN we could sit in silence. And empty ourselves some more. When I get into silence with these women, I could stay there forever.


We stayed most of the day in circle together, in comfort and transparency. Ria’s body acted as our dowsing rod. Are we getting there? Are we moving off into abstraction? We became aware of our dance between sensing through our felt experience and conceptualising what we were sensing. How sensing intertwines with abstraction, but how somehow, abstraction so often happens on its own, without the concomitant checking against our felt sense of life and our world. That’s how a section of the human race managed to invent and drop an atom bomb. If we had checked into our bodies more often, that would never have seen the light of day. How could it have?

Preparing our collective space today has been a joy. We decided to write up our core questions on flipcharts, and I couldn’t leave the words there alone without some kind of colour and adornment. So I got out Ria’s pastels and pens and started decorating. It was just so wonderful to have the time and space to do this stuff.

About iyeshe

Woman returning to the wild. Cunning linguist, mother of twins, witch, host, harvester, spaceholder for the dawning Aquarian age, evolutionary wooden-spoon wielder, self-mitigating carbon footprint, wannabe holon in the forthcoming collective buddha...
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