When I began my journey into the healing arts, I realized the need for a historical perspective on what at the time was a possible new career path for me. The first class I took found me in a room with 10 other female participants and two women facilitators; I’m looking at a photograph of extraordinary ladies ages 18 to 70 something who, as we sat around the table learning, talking, creating, sharing and emoting, changed my voice over seven years ago. Though I have attended many classes, symposiums and workshops with both females and males since then, whenever there is a breakout into smaller groups, there in the circle are women only in all shapes, sizes, colors, and cultures with varied religious beliefs and sexual preferences. This is by no accident I am sure -- feminine energy continues to play a major role in what guides, nurtures, supports, and shapes my work and me.
I have found myself in three different groups of women as I took classes over the past year. I bonded, became totally connected to the members of two of them; the third contained energy that pushed me to the parameters of the room, stifling my willingness to connect. I was disappointed however, it happens and though it wasn’t the experience I had hoped for, I was still impacted by the voices around me. No matter how things develop, when you spend concentrated time interacting with people, unpeeling layers of who you are, you take a piece of those with whom you sit with you when classes are over. Their stories become part of your story and visa versa, forever woven together.