This year I joined the V-day dance for the first time and I will treasure this sacred gathering for many years to come. To dress in red and join this enthusiastic group of women dancing their demand to be heard was a privilege.
The naked swim was a little less comfortable with a clothed audience on the beach watching but I did it. The sun came up with a stunning golden glow against the bright blue sky over Main Beach and as Zenith reminded us why we were there, a pod of dolphins frolicked behind her joining the call to honour the divine feminine.
The Vagina Conversations at the Brunswick Picture House was a further reminder of the power of coming together and sharing from a place of vulnerability. The audience was joined in a way that is rarely experienced. The pain of the women presenting became our pain, their loss became our loss and their ability to laugh at themselves gave us hope and brought so much joy.
I am in awe of all of the women who shared their stories, of Zenith Virago and Mandy Nolan who continually show up to give of their time and themselves and for us, the audience, who had the privilege of witnessing these precious hours. There is a responsibility too – to remember the divine feminine in myself and all beings – to bring Her forth into the world where She is needed today more than ever before.
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