I want us to gather to feel all the feelings and to write all the things.
I want to walk up to shame and fear and look them in the eyes.
I want us to look into the eyes of other women, and hear them say words that we too have thought.
I want us to break the habits that we repeat that only shrink our spirit.
I want to name the edges and corners that are folded within.
I want us to unfold them. I want to dance with our shadows and see what they have to show us.
And kiss our contradictions.
I want to throw away our inner apologies and tear up our hidden contracts.
I want us to stop trying, so damn hard, to merit our existence or love.
I want to tell our truths and loosen our constraints and turn up our voices and shed our skin.
I want us to call ourselves out and to call ourselves in.
I want us to know and feel the holy itch, and wonder why we have it and where it leads.
I want to reclaim our stories. I want to break open the narratives that bend our being.
I want us to wrap our fingers around the pen.
And feel the courage that rises within.
I want to awake what lies dormant within us, what is essential and vivid in our nature, what aches to be expressed and animated again.
I want to hear what beats at the seed of our hearts.
I want to sense what gets in the way of listening to it, or admitting that we hear it at all.
I want our hearts to lead us back to ourselves.
I want to follow all the crumbs, all the clues. I want us to follow our thread, no matter how it changes.
I want to find a thousand ways to name our desires and to validate that they are sacred.
I want us to know our lives are ours for the taking.
I want us to realize what sisterhood feels like when it shows up in full power.
I want to play and see beauty in the places we couldn’t see it before and in our connection to all things.
I want to dance the metaphors and honor the sweet, subtle signs.
I want to invite the surrender.
I want us to live in whatever way lights us up from within.
I want us to choose it, again and again.
I want to heed the wild drum beat that calls us home.
I want us to become that beat, to live and breathe the particular sacred expression asking to be lived through us.
And to allow it to be winding, wandering, wielded and wild.
Breathe and relax into lakeside luxury as we gather for an inspiring and beautiful week beneath the watch of volcanoes. Join a sacred circle of women in the spirit of reclamation for a creative inner adventure through meditation, yoga, and self-exploratory writing.