I hold the secrets of the earth, and the stories of the women

I am the story keeper, red tent priestess, medicine woman

Kali, Crow woman, Truth speaker, Womb listener, Earth lover

Locked within me are the stories of a hundred thousand women…

Beautiful birth stories, babes ripped from womb stories,

The babies who slept on stories….

The girls who were celebrated stories, the first blood stories

All these Sacred Stories are locked in my Womb

Stories of death, of loss, of separation and persecution

Stories of so much joy and happiness that we have to sing their praises

Stories of the future, what might be….

Stories of the past, our loves ones and ancient ones

Memories have been shared with tears and laughter

with much drumming and singing, dancing and celebrating

Here we honour the Ancient ones, the hidden ones

angels, divas, guardians of the earth and of our sacred space

We honour our wombs, our daughters, our grand mothers

We give thanks for the earth, air, fire and water

We pray for our Great Mother Earth to be honoured by all

And to Grandmother Moon to share her wisdom with all

As I sit on the earth, steam rises from my skin

within it I see their faces,

I hear the whispers….the stories

the stories of rape, abuse, neglect

and I pray

and I pray the world will change

that we will stand strong, Warrior Women

together …sisters, mothers, daughters

I am the womb dancer of the Red Thread

I am the story keeper, red tent priestess, medicine woman

Kali, Crow woman, Truth speaker, Womb listener, Earth lover

I hold the secrets of the earth, and the stories of the women

Together with a hundred thousand women

we walk the Red Road

The Stories connect us all

Together we walk the Red Road.