The Circle
This beautiful piece of writing was created by Fleur Howles, a participant on a recent retreat called The Gathering. I wanted to share it with you here (with her permission) and it captures what happened there perfectly.
The Circle
The circle beckoned.
She entered, slightly nervous. Uncertain.
She felt its power.
The circle closed itself, enfolding her.
She sank down, deep, into the arms
Of the women around her.
Told of her fears and terrors and pain.
Heard stories of sadness, betrayal, grief.
And her heart ached.
She was not here to mend the hurt
But to listen, and to honour.
She gave herself to the circle
They swam as sirens in the sea of sorrow.
The last woman spoke. All was silent.
She felt the circle breathe in ..
Felt the connection to something timeless.
As one they lifted their heads to gaze at the stars.
At peace. Restored.
Fleur Howles
