Winter Solstice Women's Circle & Ceremony

Winter Solstice Women's Circle & Ceremony


When - Friday, December 21st

Time - 6 to 8:30 PM

Place - 6060 Ashley Place

Beloved Ones,
The longest night draws us into the quiet season.  ‘The Pueblo People say that the earth needs her sleep and rest for a while.’  For our body/being we too need tranquility and solitude.  A blanket of calm comes over us like the first snow covering the earth.  We empty our minds naked like the leafless branches in the open sky.  Our hearts are lulled into a state of peace as we attune to the heartbeat of our Mother Earth.  We curl up in the primordial cave to listen to the stillness as we usher in the pervading silence of the season.
We listen to the guidance of the Holy Ones. We attune to Changing Woman, Asdzaa Nadleehe (Mother of Earth - Mother of Energy) as she becomes Black Jet Woman, the Elder entering the wintry nighttime of the life cycle.  She sits peacefully in the darkness weathering the cold with her inner fire.  


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We will transition into this quiet season through breath, sound, sacred scents, yoga nidra, talking circle and ceremonial offerings at the fire. Becoming a circle of light, we radiate healing, peace, and blessings to all our relations and to our beloved Mother Earth. We plant the seeds of love, of the feminine so they may grow with the return of the light.  We incubate are visions for peace in the spirit womb.  We feed them with our collective prayers.

You are welcome to bring an offering for the altar or something you would like to place on the altar for blessings during our ceremony.  You may bring a simple healthy finger food or beverage that celebrates Winter Solstice.  It may be a favorite you make during the Holiday or Winter Season.  Perhaps something that has been a family seasonal ritual that reminds you of this time of year.  Make enough for ten women. 

Blessing of Love, Light, and Beauty,

The Peace of Wild Things
~Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, 
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. 
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water. 
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.