Last month, I joined over 1,000 women on a Full Moon hike in Griffith Park. This was poignant in my life for a few reasons. First, the hike was to take place up the street from my ex-boyfriend, K’s house and at the park where he and I spent a lot of time. We haven’t been in touch for over three months and I had his dry cleaning (long story). Secondly, one of my goals this year was to venture out of my comfort zone more often. So, I decided to go on this hike alone. Since a full moon represents “release”, I decided this was a good time to rid myself of K’s dry cleaning. I knew I had to let it go in order to move on. I thought about dropping it by his house on the way, but with the suggestion from a few friends, opted to donate it beforehand. He had plenty of time to contact me to arrange to get it back and hadn’t. On my way to the hike, I dropped it in one of those green bins you find in parking lots. The physical act of ridding myself of these items was really a weight lifted off my shoulders.
While at the hike, I made a new friend and was also witness to sisterhood in its highest form. The feelings of unity and empowerment among the women were just what I needed at the time. I wanted to find a way to bottle it all up and drink it in whenever I could. I wanted to provide this experience to others.
Driving home I devised a plan. I wanted to host a hike that was closer to home and a bit more intimate. I not only wanted a smaller group of women, but the experience had to be just as powerful. I’m not a natural born leader, but convinced myself that this was something I could do (again taking me out of my comfort zone). All it took was a little coordinating and creating an event invite on Facebook.
Native Americans referred to the full moon in February, as the Snow or Hunger moon because of the rough winters, which made hunting difficult.
Before I knew it Feb 22 was fast approaching. When I got the reminder on Facebook, my first thought was, “Shit! I HAVE to go to this!”. The day of the hike, I did have a little anxiety. Would anyone show up? Would they have fun? Would they be able to tell I was nervous? Also, I was also a little concerned about leading everyone up a mountain in the dark, ( I think it was partly because of the warning signs for the mountain lions and snakes). About 25 women showed up and all seemed happy and at ease, thus helping me relax. Once we got going, and with my daughter by my side, I felt confident in my leadership abilities.
We had a little game of hide and seek going with the moon, but once we reached the point where we had a good view of the moon, we paused for awhile to soak it all in. I loved listening to the women sharing things with each other. You could tell some of them were already friends, others were just getting to know each other and there were even a few women who hadn’t seen one another in a few years! As we descended back down the hill, this time I witnessed the women physically supporting each other through the steep, rocky sections. Though we weren’t a group of one thousand; we were just as bad-ass.
Last week’s hike was beautiful in so many ways, but it is just the beginning. My vision is for more women to come together and release the old, renew themselves and regroup with each other. I want there to be deep conversations and the births of new ideas. I hope we will support one another in every dream, goal, and desire. I want unbreakable bonds to be formed.
I stepped out of my comfort zone and enjoyed something that had caused me worry just hours before. I uncovered another part of me, that I didn’t know existed; I could not only be a leader, but I actually enjoyed leading.
Our next adventure will be to witness The Worm Moon on Wednesday, March 23.