Dear Sisters of Avalon

By Jennifer Lea Laale

As dark descends, moon rises, the spirits are listening and I sit here reminiscing,

About another night, one cycle turn ago
When you, I, we drifted through a doorway, and stepped into
a well held space,
graced by a dragon,
a circle of women,
water shared, songs spun,
a community gathered, lives shifting.

And as those nights, seasons, cycle spiralling spun
folding, layering, involuting, one into one into one
So too did the stories and the dreamings,
the journeys, the magic, the mysteries, the weavings
of hugs and food, tears and laughter, crafts and teachings
I sit here remembering.

That when as was dreamt, I stumbled and fell, caught was I by a web
of nights of dancing,
and retreats of creativity,
of wells of whispers,
of motion in mystery,
of gatherings and belonging,
of rituals of magic,
of private sanctuary healing and guides revealing
of mother’s nurturing and maidens blossoming and crones rising 
and ALL remembering and verifying and witnessing, a life shifting.

So as I sit here steeping
In gratitude for all the bringings and receivings, As this cycle and fellowship comes to an end
And another beginning shimmers around the bend,
As dawn breaks and sun rises, the spirits are whispering
‘Are you ready my friends? Let’s spin the wheel once again.’

JL Laale (2nd cycle participant)

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