Woman Without End

Woman without end Her rhyming going with her Her rememberings, Her hard words, her soft words, her cries, My words, my cries, all our unheard The ways I am hearing The silenced sounds of women Beginning to break open And be heard deep and wide. Full turning, one step forward, One more and yet another, I move up the road To her who I am And am not yet -Rhett Kelly, Lot’s Wife ……. *image from Katie Bradshaw This image was of an offering after our Women’s Circle which meets weekly. At the end of our ceremony of laughter and tears, we each took home a Sage from the altar, to offer in the silent reverence of our Medicine; all across the twilight, small fires burning bright.