~ by Ashely Curl
This new group met for a first gathering in the winter, a second in the spring, and will meet once more on Saturday, July 9th, from 3-6 pm for a summer gathering. Email Jill Minkoff if you are interested in attending in July or the autumn.
On April 2nd, six women of multiple spiritual paths and backgrounds found their way to my apartment, a small space in a courtyard building in South Slope, Brooklyn.
We gathered in furniture around an empty coffee table decorated with jars of daffodils, symbols of the season which was so apparent on that day, spring. Each women brought something to my home from there own: One woman brought her baby, one, rocks to be “charged up,” one a Bible. There was an old journal from early spiritual exploration, a story, a jar of dirt… all symbolizing journey and path: sacred milestones in each of our lives and momentos from a time of journeying as a woman.
This gathering had a different spirit from the last. Appropriate, I think, because it was comprised of different people, and the shape, sight, and smell of the gathering was affected and changed based on the experiences and needs of the women present. The afternoon felt sundrenched, lazy, and homey – women eating, chatting, connecting with each other, relating, understanding, passing on bits of wisdom and just listening… to decisions being made, frustrations and questions being had.
We began our time introducing ourselves to the group in the way of some aboriginal peoples of Australia, where I had spent some time – “from where we have come” – this having multiple meanings for the women gathered: from immigrant experiences, genealogical lineages, specific sojourns, pilgrimage, spiritual heritage and geographical location.
What became apparent, in the sharing, meditation, conversations, and silence, was an incredible diversity of human experience and recognition of transitions that each of us face and wrestle with in the context of our spiritual and religious realities – be they the past, present, or hoped-for-future spaces. New marriages, new children, new solitudes, new callings, new loves, new jobs, new communities and practices…
And a new community of women who are learning and practicing and experimenting what it looks like, and smells like, and feels like, to learn, grow, and practice together… not regardless of spiritual background, but out of the backgrounds that have spiritually formed us and create us into the women that we find ourselves to be.
As my home emptied, I felt a sense of rejuvenation and expectancy as I looked at the daffodils that were left and thought of those that had left with these community women.
And I was thankful.
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