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Story for a winter solstice

A Creation Birthing Story

Golden hands hold the cup,
offered to one and to all for the fulfillment of dreams:
Drink deeply of the Earth and of embodiment!
Mistakes made willingly honour the ferment.
All the green world dances in my cycles shall you yet
hold back in anger and regret?
Drink deep! You have never once been separate,
child of mine.
Child of time… dream born into water and carbon and the twinkling of an eye.

The Story Begins…

In the beginning there was a space without time. Darkness.
Nothingness you call it, I believe.
And then I woke up and with My eyes still closed I stretched.
There was nothingness and There was Me.
Must have been the dream that woke Me.
I smile, touch My belly with My hand, remembering how it felt to be big with dream: All feet and elbows in my innards,
urgent with desire to be out.
I must be near time. No chance of sleeping further.
A deep breath, and I opened My eyes. And there was light.
I rose, and moved My body in the dance of the Creator,
spilling light in milky splashes across the void as I danced.
And when I had finished dancing I sat down.

The contractions came eventually, and the labour to give birth to My first child began.
It was a difficult labour.
I had no idea what to expect. There were no precedents.
I might have regretted this rash dreaming… so I laboured and danced the dance of the woman giving birth as I yelled.
As I tell this, I am again aware of the intensity of sensation, an opening into greater depths, coming more awake to the power of the child/dream within Me struggling to take on form.
My other Self. Myself. Other.
And so the Earth was born into a puddle of stars. Born clothed in the waters of gestation.
I held the child in My arms: sweet fruit of My labour.
Nothingness. Me. And My child. I was already deeply in love.
And she looked up at me and named me “Sun”. We rested together a while.

Then it came time to deliver the Moon.
It came away easily, parting from Me to cleave to the child.
Corded together to climb the cliffs of existence in greater safety.
Placental moon, Earth’s comforter, playmate, companion, counsellor, lover, Beloved One.
And My heart watched as the Earth danced the Dawn of Time, drunk on the newness of autonomy.

And then she was wanting to go.
So I cloaked My child in clouds of desire and fear, and put her into her own hands.

Deep in her oceans the dream went on. And in time, My daughter brought birth to children of her own.
Life was conceived in the water, and crawled out onto the land. Plant and animal, people and trees, each continuing the dream. The generations dreaming together. The spirit children of My grandchildren leaping towards home, dreaming of the beginning.

And in the beginning, Me.

 

(c) Catherine Ishara de Garis, 1994

 

Autumn Equinox

How do things begin?

“May all your choices be / ones that intrinsically / honour your soul”  (Wendy Rule, ‘Deity’)

Radiant Woman with lamp

The great wheel of life rolls on. The cosmic cycles of creation turn, returning us to the point of fresh beginnings.

From a place of stepping more fully into the power of her own truth, a woman becomes more beautiful, more attractive. Drawing to her that which holds the powerful fascination of “not self”. Drawing to herself the blossoming potential of relationship with another human being.  Another opportunity to glimpse her own deep potential in the mirror of another’s love, another’s presence. Finding ourselves lost in the presence of the Beloved Other. Finding our lost selves in the presence of the Beloved One.

Curiousity, chemical attraction, imprints buried deep in our subconscious minds from a time before conscious memory, the promptings of our soul urge to grow, to express and share ourselves, to explore belonging and make a valued contribution… who can say what draws us to the edge of the dark cave?  But here we find ourselves, on the eve of the Autumn Equinox, contemplating, on the threshold of another journey.

At Autumn Equinox we are like the woman standing in the mouth of the dark cave. We are like the girl-woman Kore – daughter of the Great Mother herself – reaching out to touch and the flowering promise of the bulb – herself plucked, ripe in this moment, out of time and space and into the transformative realm below the earth, of ancient darkness and the Power of the Deep.

No hero’s journey this, no sailing in a frail barque at the mercy of the winds across dark oceans to lands unknown there to face down fate and other monsters and bring home a prize of great price.  No.  In our journey it is Ocean herself that calls to us. A vast ocean of darkness teaming with unseen potential, unseen life.  Ocean, her body pulsing in great waves under the ebbing, flowing influence of the dark-bright changeable moon.  Standing on the shoreline we, caught in the enchantment of round, ripely moon. Responding releasing shining blissful touching stroking her undulation, releasing, a stream of moonlight pouring pouring a pathway into… the total transformation of who we know ourselves to be. That begins in a movement deep within. A movement so small we might entirely miss its significance.

Conception. Accepting the seed. Our hunger taking in and swallowing just one – (surely not even half a handful!) – of the tiny seeds.

How things begin in darkness. When we say yes. With or without intent. Mindless, heedless, uncomprehending of the consequences. Or curious, tempted, telling ourselves it is such a small thing, won’t matter, couldn’t make a real difference.  Or joyfully, ecstatically, surrendering our small selves to the great waves of love, knowing, and caring not at all that we may be transformed utterly in ways we cannot even begin to predict or understand.

Tumbling through blissful darkness. Throwing ourselves into the waves on a date with destiny.  Caught up in the cosmic flowering of creation now seeded in our being. Drawn deeper and deeper into ocean, into the dance.  ‘

Into the womb of the ancient and eternal Dark Mother we go!

by C Ishara de Garis
originally published 14 March 2010

Radiant Woman Doll-making Circle: Wisewoman Dolls – Saturday 9th November 2013

Dolls have magical powers – they can companion us through the many ups and downs, changes and challenges of life. Come along to this Radiant Woman playspace and learn to make a simple cloth doll to represent the inner/archetypal Wise Woman or Grandmother. You can make your doll for yourself, or as a unique gift for a special girl or woman in your life.

The tradition of doll making is ancient, and the pattern for these particular dolls is inspired by the Russian/Slavic folk tradition.This is a play space, so please bring along an open mind and heart, and drop any old ideas you may have about your own creative abilities. When spirit leads us, we can often be amazed what we have in us to create!

Added bonus: while you work on your doll, you get to meet and chat with other interesting women and discover what threads of connection exist or may be woven between you.

Date: Saturday 9th November

Time: 13:00 until 16:30

Venue: 24 Parry St, Fremantle, Western Australia

Cost: $40 ($30 concession). 
All materials, instruction and afternoon tea are supplied, although you may like to bring along a piece of fabric/clothing that has personal significance to upcycle into your doll for added magic.

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**Bookings and pre-payment are essential. Call me, Ishara de Garis on 0415593408 to reserve your place.**

“The Grandmothers say it is time for the women of the world to own their innate wisdom. With the profoundly loving and sustaining power of the sacred feminine in the very marrow of our bones, women can return the world to the Garden of Eden it was meant to be.”

WOMANSPACE 1: 19 May 2013

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I have recently rediscovered the joy of dolls.  Dolls made by hand have a special magic all their own.

While we were making these gorgeous women, I found myself thinking of the story of Vasalisa the orphan girl whose magic doll, gifted to her by her mother, helped her escape the clutches of the ferocious Baba Yaga herself.  As told by Clarissa Pinkola-Estes in her inspirational book “Women Who Run With the Wolves”, the magic doll represents the emerging young woman’s own intuition.  Now that I know just a little of the old Russian/Slavic tradition of doll making, I suspect she may well have been a protective spirit doll, watching over Vasalisa and providing her with advice to keep her safe and well.

Doll making at WOMANSPACE on 19 May  – inspired by an old Slavic pre-Christian tradition

 

Ishara de Garis – thank you for a great afternoon! Wonderful ladies to meet and great conversations…always a joy to meet such open hearted women…and fab fun making our dolls!!! It’s amazing how much healing & rejuvenation goes on when we are playfully creative in a group. Fab space & fab work lady.
Thank you. X
Mary Jane

 What an amazing opportunity to spend some time with wonderful women doing something creative!  I never give myself thetime to create at home – this was so much fun and I can’t wait to do it again.
Thanks 🙂  
Melissa.