I close my eyes and I am back in the Michigan woods, lying in fern and leaf litter, listening to the woods and the voices of women. I open my eyes and the shadow of leaves and voices remain while the sounds of Australian birds and the smell of Australian plants intrude. They’re not ferns, but they’re what I have and they are glorious.
Not remotely fernlike… This year, for my first and only time, I went to Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival, started by Lisa Vogel 40 years ago. I had gone with as few expectations as possible, helped by the flurry of activity in the weeks before I left and the daze I walked through the gate in.
The experience was a revelation, in expected and unexpected ways.
While listening to CC Carter sing about her hips, I realised with a rush that this is what representation might feel…
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Nine of Stones
Reverence for past wisdom and sacrifice.
The ability to relate to ancient knowledge and pass on the lessons of ancestral memory and ritual.
Be aware of the patterns of connection linking you and nature around you to the past, present and future.
Deep learning. The memory of much that has been revered in the landscape can be retrieved in periods of respectful stillness.
Learning from elders