At the heart of the Priestess Path is the call to sisterhood.  

Priestesses are community creatures, not lone wolves.  

We don’t make our homes in rundown cottages, scowling at the nearest neighbours a mile away and keeping ourselves to ourselves.  

We want sisters, brothers, siblings. We want to be in community and to create community, to live at the hub where life gets lived.  

We want to see friends welcome their babies into the world and bring them food and fresh laundry. We want to hold our siblings as they go through loss and grief, loosing a job, or a dream, or a beloved one, and be there for the every day gems of life – sharing a meal, a book, a piece of poetry. A group of us together all sighing at the beauty of the same sunset. The languid ease of a picnic by the river. A late night phone call where you roaring with laughter.   

The priestess is devoted to that thread of love that runs from person to person, how it can be expanded, felt, treasured, adored, cultivated.  

Many priestesses do this gently and quietly in their own personal communities – calling their friends to join them for a summer lunch, listening to the heart weary exhaustion another mum at playgroup and saying yes me too you are not alone, and holding space for their family members who need it.  

This is priestess work.

Seeding love into your community, creating opportunities to be present (which means being in communion with the divine) that reach everybody, no matter their beliefs or spiritual system.     

The subtle, gentle hands of love in the world.  

And then there are priestesses who chooses to take this love for life a step further and use their fire to create communities, places where other people can come in and allow their gentle hands of love to be awakened.

To create a safe place to drink herb tea and give each other permission to be our hidden selves.

A ceremonial circle where the presence of the divine can be felt and smelt and devoured, if just for an evening.

To create a drum circle that meets in the woods and connects with the rhythms of nature.

To be the ceremonialist that brings the sacred back into our forgotten life passages through rituals and rites.

To be the one who organises the foraging herb trip, finds the venue for the women’s circle, suggests  a wild trip to the sea at the solstice.  

This sisterhood dream is growing within me. After two years of a pandemic where we have all been utterly  isolated, lone wolves wether we wanted to be or not, the soft stirrings of spring are seeding new hope. 

In Morgan le Fay Mystery School, Imbolc is Sister Season. This is where we connect with Morgan le Fay as Sister, shapeshifter, one of the nine spirits and goddesses who appear again and again in folklore and mythology, and learn about the beauty and shadow of sisterhood.  

In our powerful Imbolc ceremony last week, I felt that warm heart of sisterhood again. That life, that love, that joy and connection with others. That drive and excitement to awaken from my sluggish pandemic gloom and create something BEAUTIFUL again – and not just on the internet. With real people.  

That thing that makes my heart sing and my soul relax as if it’s both at the best party in the world and relaxing into a hot bath all at once. 

Sigh!

So I am riding the wings of Morgen’s crow and slowly, softly opening to return to this work again of calling a circle, a ceremony, a red tent of folk to connect and commune. 

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