Now, this sentence may get an eye-roll, or at least it does when a Certain Man asks about it, but quite simply put, the Red Tent is about Sisterhood.
Stay with me.
It’s not the kind of Sisterhood where we burn incense, chant in a circle and call in our Gaia Earth Mother Spirits to cleanse our souls and help us reach our divine calling. And it’s not the kind of Sisterhood that is secretly a man-haters club where we bag the men we also love and harp on about how much better we are.
The Red Tent, back in the day, was a warm and cozy place of rest and refueling. During childbirth, sickness and that time of the month, women escaped to the tent to be relieved of their daily responsibilities and to be looked after by other women in that way only women know how. While wine was poured and stories were shared, women could retreat from the world, reconcile the parts of themselves which lay buried under the many roles they had to play, and finally enjoy a plate of cheese without having to share it with anyone.
Women are givers. They are nurturers of life. And if they don’t have a place to retreat to to replenish their reserves, the world is quite simply a less loving place. Like Mao Zedong said, Women hold up half the sky.
So that’s what we do here. I write, obviously, and you read, but what we’re really doing is hosting a little time-out together. What we’re really doing is taking a little rest from the world, carried away by the wonderful and quite magical art of storytelling. While I’m not convinced that sharing my husband with three other wives would have necessarily worked out well for me back in the day, I do suspect that they were onto something, those Red Tenters.
Joel: Why are you so obsessed with this blog? What is it even about?
Me: Sisterhood, Joel. It’s about Sisterhood.
Joel: If I come home and find a Sisterhood going on in the lounge room, I will not be impressed.