Sisterhood is a Dance



We move, intimately and instinctually.
What we have is a partnership
A soul tie and bond
An intimacy born of dance.

I trust the tension of the symbolic thread binding us together.

You are my sister.

You notice the void and aren’t afraid to step into the spotlight of my darkness.
You notice the spaces and pauses. The places I’ve left unmarked.
You know when my heart cries out for a ritual
You remember with me.

You take my hand.

You show me the stars carrying my name
And encircle me with words whispered on ancient winds.
You believe in me.
You tell me I belong.

You are my guide.

You become.
Embodying the fullness of spirit in a divine exchange
Of stories and songs and dreams
You come to me as hope.

You will me to move.

Our interaction is a sacred space – the holy temple without images or mirrors.
In you I see and know myself.
Yours is the voice I hear when rivers rise.
Yours is the voice that takes me home.

You carry me.

You know my scars
Whispering the strength of my body’s grace
You remind me of the healing story it tells
I need to hear it.

So tell me again …

The holy craft of birth, the men, the work
You know the liberation, the limits, the love, the loss.
You know.
You share the secrets of my body’s memory.

You are my friend.

There is no language of separation
We exist as individuals.
Ours is a hermeneutic of trust
Watch us free fall with improvisational bliss.

You know my steps by heart.

Stillness isn’t easy, especially when people are watching
And silence, I’ve learned is a gift of power.
You’ve taught me to wield them well.
Pressed me into the redemptive rhythm of both.

In a circle of women, you are the sister of silence.
You, a quiet melody
Create space where there is none.
You make room.

You help me let go.
With you I surrender to the beauty of my unraveling
With you I am free
You’ve helped me find and redefine … my truth.

You make me better.
You, the wise muse, bear witness to my growth.
You help me believe for a manifesto of movement.
Forward, always forward.

Yours is a rhythmic unfolding of hurt turned joy.
You bring your whole self to a room and with that, peace.
Your dance helps me remember things I’ve lost,
Your dance, helps me remember my own.

A word from you and something like scales fall from my eyes.
You connect me to the hallowed terrain of unchartered territory.
With you, it all feels familiar.
With you, I see.

Speak prophetess, speak.

We sway and dip and reach and bend
We leap, we soar, we fly
Ours is an exegesis on the sacred love between women friends
A pas de deux, a sacrament, a dance

Lisha Epperson
Hi! I’m Lisha Epperson, a hopeless romantic, lover of Jesus and most things antique. I love being a wife and mother of 5. I’m hooked on books (got the library fines to prove it) and all things ballet. I work out a life of faith with fear and trembling in New York City and blog about it all at
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  1. pastordt says:

    Lovely, lovely. Just like YOU, dear Lisha. (And yes, I hear the whispers of ‘seminary’ woven into this one. How I loved those years.)

    • Lisha Epperson says:

      My world is being rocked and wrecked and i’m loving every moment of it Diana. Seminary is so good for my soul. Thanks for reading and hearing me. Blessings beauty!

  2. Of course you write sisterhood is a DANCE. And how you’ve done it is o, so beautiful, Lisha. I love this so much …

    • Lisha Epperson says:

      The synchronicity of this posting and what’s going on in my life is pretty spectacular – this, at a time when Gods so clearly called me back to the dance floor. As always, thank you for flinging the doors wide. I enter in humility and grace. Grateful to call you sister Idelette.

  3. Alia_Joy says:

    I read this post remembering the power, grace, and beauty with which you danced at Jumping Tandem. I won’t soon forget how watching that dance felt like sacrament and scripture and sisterhood all together. Love you, lady.

    • Lisha Epperson says:

      The opportunity to dance keeps rising Alia! I got a call today to minister in chapel tomorrow morning. I’m loving the synchronicity with this piece and the ministry Gods attached to it. Thanks for being one of my sisters! Love and miss you.

  4. This is gorgeous. Thank you.

  5. This is so beautiful, Lisha! What a wonderful thing sisterhood is! So much love to you. <3

    • Lisha Epperson says:

      I peeked at the notes I took while writing this and am reminded of the words I left out. Sisterhood is layered. I see so much that could be added to this. I’m grateful for the women, like yourself, who add to my expereince. Let’s keep writing it.

  6. ThandiweW says:

    This threatens to break me just like watching you minister at Winsome did….into a thousand, million, beautiful shards. #AmenSomebody This is the #WilderYes Lisha, and we need so much more of this from you.
    In peace sis,

    • Lisha Epperson says:

      Pretty cool how God timed all of this. I’m still on a high from our #WinsomeRetreat weekend. Loved that you took my workshop, can’t wait until we dance together again.

  7. Even my “two left feet” can feel and follow the rhythm of these words — and, Lisha, I am thankful to be learning the beauty of “improvisational bliss” in this sisterhood.

    • Lisha Epperson says:

      The improvisational bliss is part of my #wilderyes. Always open to the flow, figuring it out, making it up. Many blessings Michele!

  8. Saskia Wishart says:

    Beautifully crafted.

    • Lisha Epperson says:

      Thank you Saskia. It’s a piece that can easily feel unfinished , there’s just so much to say. Thanks for reading and the encouragement of your words.


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