It all began like this...

The phone call was innocent enough. “Hey Julia. Can we meet for lunch or something? I have an idea I want to float by you.”

Tara, a dear friend, and I met over pub food--hearty sandwiches and dark beer in a historic part of Spokane one slushy January afternoon.

She told me a story about her hometown where a group of women friends gathered every month near the full moon. She recalled how they told enthusiastic stories about drumming, singing, celebrating but never once invited her to participate. The exclusion was deliberate and undeniable for reasons she couldn’t understand. She eventually moved away, knowing that one day she’d find a tribe of like-minded women with whom she could celebrate lunar energy.

Tara, excited, bubbling with vision said, “Julia, we could get together every month near the full moon and I don’t know, do your fairy rituals. I could read astrology charts. Maybe SoandSo could drum and I could sing. The full moon is such a great time to get together because the energy is so powerful. I don’t think I’d have enough space at my house, so if we could find a place that was big enough…maybe even outside somewhere when the weather is nice.” 

I played with my pasta salad. “Tara.” I began slowly. “Are you trying to ask me if I would host a monthly full moon gathering at my farm?”

“Uh. Yeah. I am.” She said, satisfied, taking a bite of her sandwich.

“So. Let me make sure I get this. You want to create a women’s group that would gather at the farm once a month. Something all-inclusive as opposed to what you experienced. Who do you have in mind to run it?”

She smiled this up-to-no-good almost shit-eating grin that I find absolutely irresistible and said, “Um. Yeah. An open group at your place and I think you should do it. We could make it potluck and have it for a few hours. It could be a time when women get together and learn about…I don’t know! Learn about whatever it is that we need to learn. You’re the one that knows ritual and feminine spirituality. And with my knowledge of the stars and world religion, it could be an awesome group. What do you think?”

I took a long savoring drink of my Irish Death and smiled. “When do we start?”

Two weeks later the first No Worries Farm Full Moon Goddess Gathering came to life. Seven women friends, some with children to play with my three little ones, sat together telling story, drinking wine, and eating delicious food. What we originally thought as a gathering lasting a few hours turned into a 5 hr affair ending with us standing in a circle. Our awareness elevated to the sacredness of being together.