There was a time long ago when women could be seen in the woods…
The woodswomen are returning. Have you seen them in the woods? Have you seen them in the city, looking all out of place? The woodswomen are gathering and calling us home…
A few weeks ago, I joined my sisters for a woodswomen gathering in Värmland, Sweden. We gathered in a circle to sing, dance and enjoy the bliss of summer days walking barefoot, eating fresh greens from the garden and swimming in the lake. We gathered to share our songs, stories and crafts, creating each day together in a circle.
Sleeping in the woods on a bed of moss is my favourite kind of bed. I especially love how the mossy forest floor is so uneven and lumpy! I found the perfect wee lumpy hole that was so cosy to sleep in. I love waking up in the morning to the light of day and sound of birdsong.
Now, looking back, I feel like a cat purring in contentment. I am so grateful for my sisters and for gathering in the woods together. I take with me so many gifts, insights and blessings from our gathering and look forward to many more woodswomen gatherings in the future.
One morning as I was floating in the lake, I began humming a new song, and together with my sisters, I recorded the song for you to listen to on Soundcloud:
Mother Ocean, oh Mother Sea,
Carry me home, oh carry me home
Rock me gently, and hold me close,
Mother Ocean, oh Mother Sea