We are less than a week to Medusa camp. We are less than a week to:
being in community
personally and communally working the arc of the story
circling within the standing stones
working our Priestess Arts
engaging in mythic reality – on purpose
dipping our toes or whole bodies in the warm creek
night showers under the stars
feisty mischief in the faerie cairn
All of these things will be ours to enjoy. All of these things will enfold and hold our Work. Our Work including:
holding an unflinching gaze on ourselves
holding an unflinching gaze on our community
holding willing unflinching ears for other voices
risking seeing injustice
risking seeing ourselves
risking seeing others
opening our eyes to clearly see oppression
opening our mind to clearly confront our privilege
opening our spirit to shift how we are in the world
The magic of camp occurs through us. The container we build on the first night is the support, a foundation and two-by-fours. As the week progresses we weave our Work. The energies become the plaster and drywall. Our music and dancing paints the container, laughter becomes curtains and floor pillows. It is a grand experiment, this thing that we do. It is Will, and Wonder, and Collective Desire that we Love into being with all of our Selves.
Camp. I can’t wait!
~Bonweaver originally posted at Mystery’s Touch.