We gather naked (as you feel called), under the stars, with prayer, earth on skin, song in our bones, and fire at the center.
A naked circle under the stars.
Fire at the center.
Feet on earth.
Bodies marked with dirt or ash.
Voices rising.
Prayers offered to the land and fire.
A gathering for women who want to remember their animal nature.
This is not a performance.
This is not about being "pretty."
This is about being real. Raw.
For women who feel the wildness stirring.
For mothers who want their bodies back.
For lovers of earth and shadow.
For those ready to be seen without masks.
Connecting to the land and primal self.
