Women, it is time for transformation.  I see you.  And I am here to walk beside you.

Yes, you who have no time because your hands are full of things for which you did not have the word, “no.”  It is time for transformation.

And you, who have given with love and by choice to your family, both older and younger.  It is time for transmutation.

And you, whose souls have stopped whispering and are starting to scream.  It is time for transfiguration.

And you who recognize the perfection of imperfection.  It is time for transmutation.

And you who yearn to honor yourself.  It is time for transfiguration.

And you, who feel lost and alone.  It is time for transformation.

And you who knows the story must be rewoven and retold, and that you and you alone have the power.  It is time.

Let us gather, all you Women.  The time for change has come.

Let us gather ’round the fire, wood smoke as perfume, stars lighting our way, darkness as our friend – for it is time.

Let us repeat into the circle our true names – for it is time, and speak our passion – for it is time.

Let us put down the things of youth and motherhood – for it is time.

Let us touch the earth with our bare feet – for it is time, and we will don our crown of wisdom – for it it time.

Let us honor all that has gone before, and release it – for it is time.

Let us who have turned in the chrysalis and become butterflies in our time, know now that is no longer our time.  Now, like snakes we do not change once, but many times.  And it is time.  Again.

Let us who  have journeyed through many cycles know we are become Change.  And it is Time.

Let us witness for one another that there are no mistakes and so we know it is no mistake that this is the year of the Water Snake.  Like her, some days we do not know with it real and what is not, but we have learned the magic of making our own reality – and it is time for transformation.  It is our time.  And we know because the sign of this time is laughter and community and surrender.

Like snakes we shed our old skins for it is time and time again.  And we surrender to labor that produces not a child but ourselves for we have learned about birthing and midwifing and rebirthing and the treasure hidden in dark pain.

Like snakes we emerge sloughing the old and dull, revealing the new….and it is sparkling.

Come now all you who hunger and thirst for singing to the waiting world the words your beating heart trills (even as your voice shakes) – for it is time.  And I see you.

Hell Yes!!  It is time!

Let us begin.