Pagan Road Trip-Post Two, My Sisters Each A Goddess

Time and distance had eroded my memory of the glory of the sleeping Earth, a mother drawn into her self, nurturing the turn of the wheel, waiting for new growth, cradling the children of the Goddess. Cold winds blow and I am reminded of how the cycles are healing to my spirit, there is a time for proliferation and explosive effort, yet this time is for introspection, holding those I love close, nourishing my inner self with silence, love and the warm touch of family.

After our arrival in New Mexico it was time to drive to Colorado for both community and family commitments. As we started our journey we were shrouded in both brilliant light and heavy snow reflecting the twinkling eyes of the Winter Queen. After just 30 minutes of driving the skies cleared. Some hours later in Durango we were greeted with blanketed peaks, standing a chilled silent vigil as if calling and at the same time challenging the return of the light.

This is the place where I have celebrated many a Yule, circling with a Dianic coven, always with the warm embrace of the Goddess. Celebrating with the Crow Women continues to be one of the great privileges of my life. This group is brimming with Crones, Maidens and Mothers resplendent in the glory of the feminine divine.

No matter the length of my absence, here I find a welcoming family, loving embraces and the knowledge that I belong to this extended community. While I have known men to proclaim that they feel awkward or unwelcome among Dianics this has never been my experience. These strong women love and embrace men as part of their extended community. Many of you may know the Crow Women from their Crow Goddess album. These incredible women practice much of their craft via music, a blessing to the entire community.

Finding words to express being a part of this community is difficult. There are not phrases eloquent enough or images colorful enough to illustrate the experiences’ of place, love and family that that well inside of me in the presence of these powerful women, each a loved sister in the story of my life. Crow Women have created a place for strong independent women to openly express themselves in love and trust and a place where the men who love them are cherished as expressions of the Divine.

Yule it’s self was a joyous experience. I was thrilled to be asked to take a part in the Yule play that was central to their Solstice rite. Sacred, irreverent and touching are probably the best words to describe this experience. As always, I was deeply honored to participate. Yet this is unlike the many circles I have participated in this year, here I am just one of a loving community, not a guest, not new, not unknown, I am a brother and I am Home!