Yesterday, Sunday 18th of March, Mothers Day here in the UK, the first Red Tent in Scotland was initiated in Edinburgh. I remember the first time the concept of a Red Tent was mentioned to me, I remember feeling my Sacral come alive.
This was what I had been looking for, dreaming of, yearning for.
A place to celebrate womanhood and its own wonderful cycles.
To surround myself with women, of all ages, to listen to each, to share our experiences, our wisdom.
Not not be afraid to touch, with soft wonderful hands
to wrap your arms around someone who is hurting,
to stroke the hair of someone who yearns your support,
to massage the tension out of others aching bodies,
to laugh, to cry, to sing and dance,
to make wonderful music with instruments and the sound of our own voices,
to share food, to nourish, to cherish…..
A calling to come back into the womb of the red tent and experience how wonderful woman are….
Here are some photos of our space, our womb, our Red Tent and below them is a poem I have written about the call to the Red Tent….
I hear your heartbeat calling me
Your sisterhood crying out to be heard
I feel your pull into action
A tug of heart with red thread
With each moon I see your crimson stain
And I long to hear your voice
Of wisdom, of sharing, of heartfelt cries
As the tears of my heart make my face moist
I do not know where to go to find you
I have not yet found the right way
Yet I feel within me an intention
That we will meet in the light of the day
We will sit together until the sky turns black
And the stars come out of the night
No moon to be seen as it is born again
Hidden in the darkness out of sight
You come close to me and whisper the words
‘The place you desire will come to you in a dream’
So I close my eyes and fall on in
I see a ribbon of red like a stream
Blowing and flowing in the whispering wind
I follow it to see where it goes
Beyond the forest, the mountains and skies
It meanders, and pulls and flows
Past the imagination and into the heart
Of a magickal world of truth
I stand before the entrance of a beautiful sight
A tent of crimson red I had dreamt in my youth
I breathe in deep and walk on through
The tears flow from my heart
For in front of me are my sisters, my friends
Who have been with me from the start
They call me in to sit with them
In a circle, no beginning, no end
We rejoice in the finding of each other once more
I know it was their hearts they did send
To call me to join them in celebration
To rejoice in all that I be
A Maiden, a Mother, a Crone of the Divine
The Red Tent of Woman called upon me