A Chrysalis is a butterfly cocoon.  The Chrysalis Sisters is a program I am developing with two other Women who are passionate about building up the young women of our community who will be emerging into adulthood over the next few years.  The idea is to pour some love into these young women, give them the gift of knowledge of helpful plant medicines and mentor them regarding how to be loving to their minds, bodies and souls.  So far, at no cost, we are going to offer body-blessings in the form of ayurvedic massage with essential oils, full moon walks filled with surprises such as coming upon a prepared bonfire with hot cider waiting with loving mothers and sisters, art, herbal and story workshops and a Spring-time coming of age ceremony.  If you have any ideas you would like to add, I invite and welcome you to leave your ideas in the comment section.

When a butterfly is going through metamorphosis it is in a rather delicate state.  The same can be said for young men and women who are being bombarded with hormones.  In a more organic society, young people would be more integrated with the adult population and be more continually surrounded by appropriate role models.  As it is, Junior High can be seen as a sort of hormonal concentration day camp. I agree with Scott Noelle, and many others who emphasize our need to do whatever we can to create a sense of tribe within this society of artificial environments that are mainly antisocial by design.  For example, I was recently walking through a nice neighborhood in Bellingham with my good friend when I realized I was quite thirsty.  It suddenly struck me that I was surrounded by many houses that could provide me with a glass of water if I had the guts to knock on their door and just ask.  But who does that?  It is way past the comfort zone for most people and may be seen as invasive and just plain weird to cross that imaginary boundary.

Well, I’m ready to start breaking down these imaginary boundaries and I would like to start by reaching out to my little sisters who may be getting lost in the shuffle.  Lets tip the pitcher of our hearts and pour some love into the next generation.