hardwood floor of spicy women

i’ve been feeling so warm and fuzzy around really special group gatherings i’ve been a part of lately. (and even organised a few myself - proud!)

one of my intentions for this moon cycle was to “walk small steps towards big dreams”.

yesterday that looked like a hardwood floor full of spicy women, camped down and buying potions and card games, mulled wine and cakes and talking about heartbreak and stroking backs and keeping an eye on the kids. archipelagoes of friendship drawn across the space with extended legs and fingers reaching out to wave helloes to the latest one to walk in.

somehow it was the absence of chairs that made it The Best - a carpet, an ocean of women sprawled skin to skin, who’d peeled off three layers of legwarmers and scarves and jumpers after braving the sidewalks full of ice to just lie on each other and sing together… i read them a few poems. some erotic galactic, a pinch of baba yaga. in the darkness they purred and bird-whistled. when i slipped out the room was ringing with an ethereal choir of “silent night”…

someone said earlier “if i ever believe i am worthless, and i just look around at the women around me, all i can do is laugh at myself. with that kind of company, i must be doing something right.” feeling really moved by the countless world-shapers around me who create beauty and closeness, in small and spectacular ways, by bringing us together. thank you, all of you - and you are so many around me.

i see you, and what you do is extraordinary, and i love you. thank you.

at the sparkle market - photo by Sophia Rose