DIVINE SECRETS OF CW SISTERHOOD

The sky in the east is turning a tangerine and blue and the stars are disappearing to make room for the sun. We walked in silence each in her own private thoughts. Or maybe our thoughts are still asleep, lost in the twilight of yesterday. The sun will rise in a half an hour, and we are on our way to the ocean to welcome in the morning with prayer. Jody and Anne are in the lead, how appropriate I think to myself that the leaders of the congregation would lead us even in this, Robbin is to the right of me and Dolores is close enough in back of us; for us to speak to her without raising our voices. Joanne and Connie are a distant behind. I walk with an awkward swagger to our destination, feeling more like a slug then a captivating women. We laughed and talked to late into the night, and with the combination of this early morning rise my determination has turned to a voiceless resignation.

We reach our destination within minutes, a washed out oak platform with seats built in the center on both sides and steps leading to the ocean. We sit and admire the scenery before us. The ocean and sky gave way to the breath of the early morning and has come alive with a whitewash of colors. Jody said the sky "looks like a seashell", and it did. The sun appeared to slightly peek tangerine rays between the thick blue of the early morning sky and the creamy off white clouds. The ocean caught the beauty of each color and mixed it with the aqua blue crystal of it's own. It was beautiful.

Robbin holds the book with her left hand and the flashlight with her right, as she explains the commander of the morning prayer, how we as the sons(or daughters) of God have the authorithy to come into agreement with the heavens and impregnate the morning with spermatic word prayers; that will give birth to the will of God when the sun breaks forth. We all nod an understanding as she begin to recite the prayer from Kim Daniels book "Give It Back". Robbin hands the book to Jody after she read half the prayer. Jody is seated across from Robbin and I, and I am amazed at the way the flashlight illuminate the softness of her features. She finishes the prayer and we sit in silent meditation, believing that the morning has opened it's ears to our soft spoken authoritative decree, we are the daughters of God and we are loved.