The Red Tent, back in the day, was a 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 given the space for quiet and the kind of replenishment that was vital for life. 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.
‘Selflessness’ is an attribute held in such high regard for a woman that we fall completely out of touch with the self inside of us. What do I want? What do I think? Who am I in the quiet? Self-sacrifice becomes our normal and eventually it makes us so sick and disconnected we no longer know who we are. The Red Tent is the olden day version of “self-care” we hear get thrown around these days — something women have to actually label now in order to make it a guilt-free part of her life.
I am a true INFJ and so am more sensitive to our culture’s preoccupation with busyness and productivity, needing more quiet, space and simpleness than the average bear, and this space provides that exact outlet for me.
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, from sharing things that bring joy, to sharing our experiences of life together, both the hard and the beautiful.
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.