(Extract from my Journal, 26 February 2010)
Time has flown. I’m back to work on Monday, and ready for it. I’m just now reading the Return of the Feminine by Llewelyn Vaughn-Lee. And realising that I want to write about Women Moving the Edge – about the moon and the hot tub, about astrology and tarot, about the immanent and the mysterious. Nothing was ever written down about the ancient feminine initiations, and yet we know.
The long, long silences, pregnant, as we listen through our bodies. It is in the silent holding that the primal pain of the suppressed and abused feminine can be contained, re-experienced, metabolised and released.
Vaughn-Lee writes: “without the full participation of the feminine, nothing new can be born.” One of my own powerful insights in this feminine circle has also been that the feminine cannot be ‘partially present’. Just as you cannot be ‘a little bit pregnant’. The feminine is either present, or she is not. So how do we see her? Where do we look to find her? We look to the beauty – and the details. We look to the quality of the spaces in between – to the vitality of the holding spaces around the figures.
Because the feminine cannot be captured or expressed by the linear and the rational. She cannot be directly described. Only alluded to, hinted at, sensed, fleetingly glimpsed or drowned in!
The movement of the feminine is longing – just as the movement of the masculine is aspiration.
We are called to re-member our wholeness – both individually and collectively. The ascending aspiration which has brought so much to our civilisation must now be balanced with the immanent knowing of what is whole, what is possible. Women’s bodies carry in them a knowledge of nature that we can learn to hear and recognise – provided we do it together.