Jé's Journey

As women, we have all manifested as a dismantled skeleton at some point in our lives; we have been lost. We have found ourselves scattered like the bones, in need of restoration. In need of being gathered up, breathed into and fleshed out again. We are longing to breathe soul back into our bones; recover our power to sing over that which is in danger of being lost to the world. Breath is life...singing over the bones allows our vital soul to take shape again. 

I remember a time when I wept from the well of my soul; my song had slipped away unnoticed. My song had gone to a place where I could not reach; I ached. I believed deeply I had no song to sing. My SiStars heard my weeping, they heard my non-human moan from deep within. When I expressed that I had no song to sing, they reminded me that it was not gone, only buried like the bones. They told me that I must find it again, it was waiting to be gathered and made whole. I still believed I had no song but before I could protest, before I could accept being scattered, fragmented, dismantled and buried in the sand my SiStars began to sing over my bones. I did not know where to begin so I closed my eyes and I began to moan. I tried to sing but my voice cracked, my throat ached; I moaned harder. Murmurs became pouring rains and raging rivers, the sun rose and set many times over. My moan became a song; I sang a mourning song to my childhood. I sang a song for release and for acceptance; I sang a song of forgiveness. My song became an ode to the miracles of my womanhood, of self love, wide hips, full breast, calloused hands and feet, of bearing children, knowing love and losing love, of nurturing my lost and remembered self. And bone by bone, hair by hair, from the depths of the earth, I became whole again...