Today, I want to talk about Sisterhood in the Pagan Community. The same sentiments and insights could be applied to any gender identity dynamic.
At Deeply Rooted, and in the Pagan Community at large, we are blessed to have the opportunity of Sisterhood. While words like “Tribe” and “Community” are passed around like marshmallows at a campfire, often sugar-coating the reality of social interactions. The term “Sisterhood” has a timeless meaning that is pragmatically reflected in the looking glass of the human condition. The kind of gritty, down-to-earth, force-of-nature bonding between members of the Deeply Rooted Church that transcends the monotony of the mundane world and transforms lives. It sparkles into existence at the moment we hug each other when someone enters the room during a gathering to those late-night phone calls tearfully, shared between friends.
We need each other!
Human beings are social creatures. We thrive in purpose, belonging, and even in constructive criticism. As mad as that may sound, being a people of limitless dreaming, vivid colors and dreams wilder than Mother Earth, we still need to know where to paint on the canvas of our destinies. Pagan folk coming together and supporting one another through hardships and hailing the victories that make up the moments of our walk along the Spiral Path are honey of our hive. Real, personal connections that sew the seeds of laughter, transcend social ridicule and tie the most unlikely of characters together in a heroic adventure of personal transformation.
It did not come naturally…
Sisterhood has been something of a mixed blessing for me since I joined Deeply Rooted about seven years ago. While I was afforded the same opportunities to succeed as everyone else, I was very much caught in the drama of my life before first coming down the driveway of 7021 Bungaloo Road. I was battling depression, anxiety, and a host of health problems that made me feel brittle and worn. I did not always see or was able to appreciate selfless acts of kindness and gifts that were passed to me from those who could see the pain I thought I had cleverly hid from the world.
My own worst enemy.
Gone suddenly was the mask of ignorance and complexity that had stolen me away from reality. Exposed and vulnerable, I even fought my own Sisters instead of trying to help them. As time went on and I let my guard down, my Sisters came through for me time and again. Souls that once intimidated me, haunted me, and I had originally perceived as challenges soon became a comforting presence in my life. Women’s Weekends and Curry parties (we adore our simmer sauces at DR) became beacons, guiding me in the direction to a better life for myself and my family. As I planted the seed for mental wellness in my life and those roots took hold in the fertile soil of Pagan Sister society, I began not only to survive; I began to flourish!
I am blessed, humbled by the Universe and the lessons wherein
As I stand in the stone Circle at Sabbat after Sabbat, I peer longingly into the faces of my Sisters and marvel. Women who inspire change, evoke honesty in action, and who struggle just as I do. It is without a doubt, grounding to know that I am not alone in my challenges. Patience, wisdom, and perspective are the gifts so lovingly bestowed upon me by an army of brave women. Alternately, I can contribute meaningful gestures in the lives of others around me and return that enrichment in the process. These people of Deeply Rooted are teachers, muses, mothers, Crones, survivors, and warriors. Priestesses in their own way, the Sisterhood of Paganism is like an interwoven basket of threads in the web of Wyrd.
It begins at Homeland
The encounters and memories that have served as a guidepost in my life happened because of a little tract of land. Deeply Rooted has been the 160- acre stage for these experiences. In my opinion, without that tribal identity and land affiliation, circumstances would not have been so fortunate. The Pagan Homeland Project opens up the doorway for these kinds of cherished connections that strengthen our collective Pagan experience by allowing us to belong to something bigger than ourselves and shake the very foundations of human culture and societal expectations. The proof? Visit a community like Deeply Rooted and find out for yourself!
Thank you for reading! I would love to discuss this further with others. Please don’t hesitate to contact me on Facebook or directly in the comments. Blessed Be! )O( – Shining Quill