We gathered on the Blue moon to honor Freyja the Goddess of bold celebration. Rather then tell you all about our circle I’ll just share pictures and a poem.
Dear Bold woman,
You inspire me by your fearless actions. Your strong stance is a bacon of light in a dense jungle. From a place of tangled bramble to tall to see over, you boldly carved a path to a joyful sacred place.
Inspired by your actions I began to walk your path. A few steps in, it became a labyrinth maze. Step by step your foot prints disappeared. In an instant there were weeds too tall to see over and too thick to see through. I could no longer find my way clear to follow your bold path.
Sweat on my brow and tears on my cheeks, I used all my muscles and tools to clear away the thick brush that darkened my course. Fearful and constrained by the entanglements. Refusing to be lost. Time to clear a path of my own.
In the distance, above the enmeshment I could see your torch. Your light re-ignited my fierce aim. Then without fear I boldly created my own way to the sacred celebration.
As I glanced back I saw a timed woman somewhere on my kaleidoscope path. One step closer she was shrouded in thicket.
I heard the swish of her machete as she began to boldly clear the bramble that darkened her way.
Silently she echoed my knowingness. Our paths are as unique as our fingerprints and as beautiful as any mandala. Walk boldly and celebrate your creation.
The American Goddess