{Originally written for Instagram, heading into the last weekend in July.}
For the last week and as I head into this weekend, I feel a sense of longing within. This is usually the weekend when Womyn’s Summit would be taking place, actually by this time today I’d be setting up my tent, or greeting wimyn as they arrive, or womyn-ing some setup situation that was left to the last minute. But our gathering is on hiatus for the year, resting in a cocoon, dissolving into a primal ooze, which I hope will come out the other side metamorphosed into a new version of its essence, born again, refreshed, and ready to take flight. When an online-acquaintance was inquiring in our private members group about organizing a Canadian retreat for wimyn, I found myself excited, but also filled with this longing, a longing to respond with an enthusiastic, “You should come check out OUR wimyn’s weekend! It’s the best!”, but couldn’t as I’m not sure when it will return, or what its name may be, or of what form it will take... and it pained me. That this gathering, which has touched so many lives (150 last year alone! From ALL over the world!), has opened stuck space for many wimyn, has inspired transformation, and held a safe circle for honest expressions of the experience of being a womyn in this *bananas* capitalist, individualistic, tyrannical patriarchy. I felt sad for each of the wimyn who have reached out in anticipation, feeling compelled to share some part of herself, excited to come back or join for the first time, and sad for myself and my own once wolf-pack, and current coven sisterhood, and for the cycles of life that ebb and flow us to and from people and inspirations, washing over us with cool soothing relief, or dragging us through the barrel. To all who have reached out in excited interest for Womyn’s Summit 2019 (literally since the day after Summit ended last year), I love you!! Stay tuned for new offerings and opportunities to gather coming up next year...and the year after, and forevermore... and for smaller-scale, but just as powerful, opportunities to gather as wimyn and shift our own, as well as the dominant paradigm (Like Birth Talk and Village Prenatal)! And I hope (and know!!!) there are lots of groovy wimyn out there creating new wimyn’s circles, song circles, skills-sharing days, home school co-ops, forest schools, healing retreats... so let’s all seek them out! And I feel a little less melancholy after writing this, so thanks for reading. Below are some gorgeous photos taken by Adelaide Rodgers at Womyn's Summit 2018.
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AuthorKate Varsava is a Halifax, NS based lover of wit, whimsy, and word-play. Late-nights, mid-morning coffee, quiet meditations, and the elements of nature inspire her sentiments and observations. Archives
August 2019
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