In 2016, I gathered with two friends for 6 full moons. Those six months were as if I enrolled in a sisterhood school. We all were from different towns but came together multiple times each month to plan each full moon ritual at the Zenhouse.
Our monthly ritual woke me up in new ways and made a special room in my life for sisterhood. Each of us called our meetings by a different name: Wytches, Goddess, Power, Circle, Gathering, Group. We aligned for the same reasons: to align with the moon cycle, share what we know, to listen to each other.
I never did this before. We set our intentions together. We had a mission:
We practice through ritual
We communicate with clarity
We prepare with discipline
We protect the process with structure
We surrender to results with playfulness
We continue sacred knowledge & celebrate collective energy
Each ritual had a theme of its own, based on what interested us, experiences we had, and the time of year. We rotated each of our roles in preparation. Kept track of our ceremonies by writing post-ritual notes in a shared document. And my favorite part, we recited this poem each and every time we came together:
VOWS OF THE PRIESTESS
I choose to walk my path fearlessly,
to live with my heart wide open,
to be grateful for my experiences
which led me straight into the arms of the goddess,
and taught me compassion for all things.
To forgive and forgive and forgive again,
while maintaining the boundaries of my own sacredness,
not resisting life but allowing it to be.
To transmute my fear and suffering into joy,
and just by being,
give others permission to do the same.
To know that everyone is a mirror
reflecting the light of the goddess,
all with truth at the core of their being,
all unique, all beautiful,
all different aspects of her.
After our 6 months of rituals, I was kickstarted into honoring the cycles of the moon. Every moon has a ritual. I was alone in the Zenhouse for the next year. Being by myself was necessary, it was beautiful and rewarding. But as the second winter came near, alone started to become plain lonely.
There is beauty in having friends add their items to the altar, bringing in a new energy as they enter the door, collaborating, unique ideas, telling stories, talking about our ancestors. This year I have planned a date each month, where I coordinate with a sister, and any other sister who is interested. We gather.