Reveal Yourself - Piecing Ourselves Together
Over the past few months I have been experimenting with creating sacred ground for women in my home.
When I started this project, having women over once a week in the evening, my goal was to make a space where women felt safe to be exactly who they were. At the time, there was a lot of transformation happening in individual women's lives around me as well, and in our group of friends. And it felt like the right time for a much-needed refuge.
All winter, I put together half of a king size quilt top. For those of you that don’t quilt that means cutting over 700 triangles and sewing (half of) them together, tiny bits at a time. Pressing the seams, and then sewing, pressing and trimming until all those tiny bits make up one cloth of vision, healing.
I see it much the way that we piece and heal ourselves. There may or may not be vision from the start on how the finished project will look. I’ve heard of people who meticulously math it out from the beginning and while I see how that could work, I tend to build it as I go. I let the moments of my life influence how the shapes and colors come together. I let them lead me and I resist as little as possible.
On Tuesdays, I prepare the space by clearing the table and cooking a lot of food. I don’t know the state that any given woman will be in when she shows up, but I want to tell them: At this moment, you are responsible for no one but yourself. Nourish yourself physically and get to work. Weave your grief and joy alike into your creations.
Women have known for ages that gathering through creativity is a powerful tool for transformation. As we move through the cycles of our lives, we can support each other by being there in the moments when nothing is really happening. One of my favorite things that someone is working on at my house is a long long bit of knitting, intended only to keep her hands busy.
It is a delicate balance to stay in the moment, especially when there are internal storms. No one can hold your grief but you. But when we witness each other in a space of creation, we give each other permission to explore ourselves and shed the griefs that come up as a natural part of that process. When we do heart work with our hands, we heal generations to come.