Yesterday in the Women’s temple I found myself at one point sitting being fed with Thyme chocolate, my feet being massaged and loved, my forehead and chest adored with glitter, and I felt totally utterly full-filled and ecstatic. The silence was only interrupted with soft whispers of Rumi Love poems, and sometimes of deep belly laughter…
In our Temple we are worshiped as the goddess on a regular basis (weekly!), and my passionate call into the world is that all women deserve nothing less.
After wards we had a clothing swap, where all the women brought in the clothes we don’t wear any longer and we put them in a pile and every body can pick. My sisters, how grateful I am for you
In Love, Chameli
ps: Be inspired with practices like this and many many more in our Women’s Group Manual