A Circle of Women

I have witnessed, held and loved all kinds of women and their experiences as they’ve come to sit in ceremony with me.

The woman who has been holding onto everything so tightly she can barely speak her name before her eyes pour every truth she’s been holding onto.

The woman who has no idea why she’s even in circle or how she ended up there and realizes by the end sisterhood is what her life truly needed.

The woman who has been mothering children for the last 6 years and hasn’t had time to sit or think a single thought on her own time.

The woman who knows her truth but hasn’t had the space to confidently speak it out safely before she goes onto shout it to the world.

The woman with the toxic relationship at home but isn’t ready to leave who needs to sit amongst women to remind her of her power, her innate worth, and her courage.

The woman who is so afraid to speak her mind, her voice trembles and shakes, who sits quietly month after month until her inner dragon finally roars and we all cheer as she takes her first step to reclamation of herself.

I welcome all of these women. I welcome you, woman.

If you feel a resonance to come sit in ceremony with me, to drink tea and eat cake, to lean deep into the truth of who you are, to speak words with no man listening, to be witnessed and held in reverence, to tap into the cosmic and earthly energies that we feel so deeply around us as women.

If you want sisterhood, if you want the village, if you want to feel the power of women howling to the moon together, if you want every cell in your being to awaken and feel revitalized and reborn.

If you want to look in the mirror, feel your potential, feel your power, own your mess, own your shit, claim it all in love, in grief, in rage, in joy.

Then follow the pull and come gather with me.

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