You believe women come into this work because they’re tired of not living in their authenticity. They are in pain or seeking more because they are not living in their full truth.

There is an innate remembering that begins to stir within us if we are lucky enough to find ourselves right here where you are. Exploring, seeking, wondering…..following a knowing in the spirit, blood, body and bones. That the feminine is Divine. That you are more than the dream o the planet told you you were.

The women were once the leader, the oracle, the center of the village. She was revered. She was trusted. She was the keeper of vision and the holder of the sacred. She was the healer, the seer, the teacher and connected to the unseen.

Women say yes to this work when the remembering becomes louder than the fear. The Divine Feminine carries the divine masculine. She is the walker between the worlds. She is the creator of life, she is compassion, she is soft, she is empathetic, she is understanding, she knows she is necessary AND she is rage, anger, power, force, grief, jealousy. She is everything and when she learns to respond instead of react to the world around her — she can not be stopped.

Women who are standing at the threshold —
women who can feel something shifting inside them and know they can’t keep living the way they have been.

Women who are tired of abandoning themselves in relationships, tired of being silent when their truth is burning in their chest, tired of living in patterns that keep them small.

Women who can feel their spiritual gifts rising to the surface
and want to learn how to work with them with integrity, clarity, and devotion.

Women who are devoted to their divine unfolding and seek to continuously do their inner work, grow and share their gifts with the world.

It feels like exhaling for the first time in years. All that you knew and all that you didn’t know you were holding.

It feels like relief — the kind that comes when you feel safe enough to name the things you’ve been carrying alone.

It feels intimate, but not invasive. Held, but not exposed. Seen, but not judged.

It feels like someone finally turned the lights on inside you.
Like the truth that was whispering in the background suddenly has space to speak, a voice, a landscape.

It feels ancient —like a remembering of being witnessed the way women once were in circles, temples, and rites of passage.

It feels safe enough to be completely yourself.

It feels like being met exactly where you are while being invited to your edges.

It feels like a safe enough container to feel scared, overwhelmed, angry, confused, not in alignment, in your power, in your boundaries, in your shadow, in your projections.

It feels like you know and trust I can hold all parts of you - the light the dark no difference.