We come together as Women, shedding skin and telling truths beneath the shifting veils. Red is our color, reclaimed like the ownership of our blood. We have earned this right, this reprieve, this moment of ecstatic release.


Mother Wound. Father Loss. Grief and Love and Passionate expression of self and the cycles of our lives. We are fortunate to have been born into this ownership, this Priestess Path, this trial by birth. Since time-unremembered we have been meeting beneath the sky to pay homage to the Moon, our blood, ourselves, and our sisters. We come together again now to make space for the re-wilding of Woman. The wound healing is earned.