The Sacred We

The Sacred We: Tapping Into the Spiritual Power of Community

It’s the day after our April Sisters of the Moon circle, and this month was a special gathering. While our theme was the archetype of the Slavic goddess Lada, we were honoring another special goddess - our sister & friend, Jenny Jeck. She left us suddenly and unexpectedly in March (on the full Blood Moon and lunar eclipse, of course - if she was going to leave, she was going to do it with flair) and she left a gaping hole in our little community.

We decided to hold a special celebration of life for her, and really…for us. I laid out the purple yoga mat in the spot she always liked to sit, and the other women in the circle brought photos, there were purple tulips, candles, and we held space for her, as if we were expecting her to still walk through the door. We read poems, shared stories and tears, and comforted each other in our grief, not just of losing Jenny, but we showed up for all the grief we have felt for our loved ones who have transitioned. I sat in awe and deep gratitude for the way this unfortunate and tragic life event strengthened the power of connection in this group to a higher level than I could have ever imagined. The beauty of witnessing sacred connection in action made me weep and reflect on this power of this primal need for community.

There is a quiet magic that unfolds when we gather with intention. Not the hurried togetherness of crowded calendars or the fleeting connections of passing conversations — but the soul-deep, heart-forward kind of communion that nourishes us from the inside out. Lately, since Jenny’s transition and the ripple effects in our group, I’ve been reflecting on how sacred community really is. Not just as a support system, but as a spiritual practice in itself.

In a world that often champions independence to the point of isolation, choosing community becomes an act of resistance — and of healing.

I think back to moments in my own journey where I felt lost, fragmented, or unsure of my next step. Each time, it was the circle that held me. A kind word, a gentle nod, shared silence, or spontaneous laughter — these seemingly small exchanges became soul medicine. They reminded me that I didn’t have to hold everything alone. That we aren’t meant to.

There is spiritual power in being witnessed. In allowing ourselves to be seen not just in our strength, but in our vulnerability. When we gather — in circles, around fires, over tea, in prayer & ritual, or even digitally across space and time — something ancient and remembering stirs. We reawaken a truth that’s easy to forget: we are not separate. We are threads in a tapestry, voices in a shared song, sparks from the same flame.

Community, at its most soulful, is a space where we don’t have to explain our joy or defend our pain. It’s where we are called home to ourselves by being held in the presence of others.

So how do we nurture that kind of community?

We begin by showing up. Authentically. Imperfectly. Open-hearted.
We listen more than we speak.
We extend grace.
We hold space.
We celebrate others’ light without dimming our own.
We say, again and again, “You belong here.”

And slowly, the walls fall down. The soul softens. Spirit moves freely.

This week, I invite you to lean into your own sacred circles. Reach out. Sit in shared silence. Laugh until you cry. Cry until you laugh. Speak truth, even if your voice shakes. Hold someone’s hand — literally or metaphorically.

Because the path of soulful living isn’t a solo one. It’s a sacred we.

With love, always,
Anji 🌿