Thick fog shrouded the setting sun and rising moon, bringing the dark of night soon after we cast out circle. On this chilly night, we dedicated our ceremony to the one who goes by many names ( Gaia, Tara, Mother Earth, Mawu and may more). In respect for our African ancestors, in this ritual, we called her Mawu. Through our heart, feet and back bodies, we connected to her subtle resonance.
When we rose from our story telling circle, intuitively half the women picked up a drum and the other half silently began to walk the labyrinth. Without words, our drumming synchronized to the pulse of Mawu’s heart beat.
The labyrinth walkers connected to Mawu through their feet as they stepped to the tempo of the drums. Like a slow moving river, the walkers flowed from the labyrinth and began to drum as the drummers flowed into the labyrinth. The cadence of Mawu’s heart beat stayed steady through the exchange of walkers and rhythm keepers.
Upon returning to our circle, we laid on our backs in meditation to connect deeper with Mawu. Extending our first red root chakra deep into Mawu, and tethering it to her beautiful crystals, we became one with Mother Earth herself.
On this breezy night our altar candles blew out again and again. Surrendering to nature we repositioned our intimate circle into a cozy dark cocoon for circle speak. I could hear the presence of Mawu in the timber of their voices as they spoke of their connection to Mother Earth. This ancient practice of embodying Mawu had subtly changed the energy of the women in our circle. Our closing chant was simultaneously grounding and releasing.
Until we meet again, stay grounded with a light heart.
Thank you to all the volunteers who helped rebuild the labyrinth.