By Lasare, published in Spheres Women's Circles Magazine

Good Women…the murmur dances around the room, crackling fire punctuates the hum,
a raucous belly laugh blasts the Divine Mother’s cosmic humour through the cells of each woman present.
She feels her womb shift into anticipating gladness as the joy of her homecoming ripples in.

Surprise moves with the breath, that it was possible to forget the absolute camaraderie that exists where good women gather.
A pang of agony, on realising the neglected opportunities of meeting good women.

What keeps me? Yes what keeps me…here is the question within which I believe lies the key to the universal birthing.

“I was not there because I… because they…because he…because we…. because it…”

“I was not there because I forgot that my lustre is where the stars get their shine.
I was not there because I forgot that my laughter ringing with yours makes up the music of the Spheres.
I was not there because I doubted the generosity of your breasts as they weigh heavy with my tears.”

For a moment or two, or five or ten, I forgot the joy, that inestimable bliss that lights my being as I yield to the safe, wild, wise, opulent glory of woman.

And as I give myself this gift, I touch my heart with tentative fingertips and whisper
“ I won’t forget”

The answer to the query of the Universe is “ I am ready”,
ready to give the gift to myself, of myself, fulfilled, nurtured, supported and
‘re-membered’.

For as I gather together my parts, I start a pulse in the tubes of creation that shimmers into the lives of every man, woman and child.
The hips of the world sashay with my rhythm, and the dance of life finds its’ partner.