It was my second year to gather up my wears, hitch up the horses and take the wagon to the next mountain over – to the annual gathering of the South East Women’s Herbal Conference. The mountains were glorious, the trees wearing their autumn splendor. The moon rose as we danced to drums and was still there to welcome us into the new day as we rose from dreams.
A wonderful weekend of meeting friends, making new ones and just enjoying the energy of so many wonderful women. While many of the visitors to the Celtic Soul booth had to hold onto the tent to keep it grounded we ourselves took the time to ground deep and tap into the unending reserves that our mother offers – and to let go of all the we carry which ultimately harms us. I learnt much from herb walks and talks – of the amazing magic of the adaptogens and the story of the ancient healing herbs. Our experience is what makes a festival – not whatever it says in books but life – how it is to experience it in circle with other women – our experiences and interactions with the sacred. I stepped in ceremony with Brook Medicine Eagle in a simple yet powerful ceremony and danced wildly to the sounds of Bangra – which with Scotland’s large Indian population made me feel strangely at home. But it was the sisters and the plants that grounded me – especially when I often feel torn away from a home across the ocean.
I’m sure i’m not the only person trying to eek out some time to let all this juicy knowledge digest. To just bask in all the experiences, the inspiration and the wise words over the weekend. They are all food for the soul – that fires the head, warms the heart and is carried out with the hands.
As we cycle to Samhain, to the Celtic new year. I want to sit with women and discuss what this means – what is our experience of what we’ve lost this year – some, good looses while some we grieve over. To welcome in the Crone although such encounters are terrifying yet can be powerful and expanding.
I look forward to evoking the Baba Yaga with the Mother Grove Goddess Temple and all the inspiration of SEWHC will feed me throughout the winter months as we drop down into a deep root energy. In our bus in the woods winter is a time of being cocooned against the wonderful darkness with the wood stove burning and moonlight through the clear roof. I intend to dream, and read and of course make hats! Thanks you to all for making it such a wonderful, nurturing experience.
The October giveaway is going to be a fleecy fox hat
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