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Women's Circle
The women are gathering and it's time we do so
This is a virtual fireside gathering
Many are now beginning to remember... that the womb within every woman holds stories, ancestral rememberings, and endangered knowledge. This is regardless of whether you choose to birth or not. These "rememberings" have been passed down the ancestral line of women... woven within the sacred fabric of our bodies.
Somewhere along the line it was no longer safe to embody the “medicine” and gifts of being of the mysteries of the Divine Feminine.
What we're doing here is Remembering and birthing, healing and nurturing the hidden divine feminine so we may fall in love with her all over again. To give her voice and reclaim the endangered knowledge woven in our wombs.
Here we gather with women from many lands, ages, and ethnicities around the “Virtual” Fire (zoom) where through the ancestral ways of storytelling, dialogue, ritual and beauty making we partake in ancestral healing, restoring the stories and remembrances held within us, and together break the chains that have long bound the women who came before us...
Your Facilitators
I’m deeply honored to introduce your facilitators. These courageous women have dedicated these past years training, healing, being part of many sacred circles, reclaiming their stories, restoring the sacredness of grief tending, and through rites of passage navigated their shadows… Ancestral healing, soul retrieval, embodying the medicine inside them so they may help others.
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You are in good hands.
Keerat Kaur Verma
Kolkata, India
Now Lake Sammamish, WA
Mother of son and daughter
Growing up in Kolkata, India, a land where Goddess Durga, Kali and Saraswati celebrated, worshipped and revered, I was nourished with stories, folklore, tales of “ma” (mother). Feeling into their love, power, devotion, destruction, wisdom, I started to see myself in them and became eery comfortable and respectful of my femininity.
Coupled with the stories of how “Gurus” that laid down the foundation of Sikhism had given a highest platform to women and in the scripts have mentioned how women are to be respected and revered, I started feeling and seeing the goddess in every woman.
This beautiful image took a hard hit with the reality of duality which had taken such deep roots into our society. Where women are worshipped on one hand in form of ideals and battered on the other so they may never find their voice.
This flamed the low burning fire in me. My experiences in life then lead me on this path to find my own voice, to my own lost power, to rest comfortably in my own femininity. This is what I want to share and extend out to those who are on this search.
Rising Waters
See you carry songs
that
were once sung,
now unsung.
Holding the memory
of it all
in
every drop
But careful!
For the memory
cannot yet
be easily
revealed
For the power it holds
will unleash
fear,
For it will
break
all that is
known
So the water rises,
a drop at a time
making its story
known
Till it’s received
and sung
in its
own tone
And so the cycle repeats,
slowly rising the waters
As we each find
our own
unsung song
As we each
remember the waters
we
hold.
~Keerat
Delia Anne
Alberta, Canada
Mother of two daughter
I spent three decades searching for where I belong and to learn something that would give me purpose and meaning in the world. What I discovered though, is that I was longing to reconnect with the Earth and the stories hidden in my bones. I was thirsty for the deep richness of living a more mythic life and sensing into all that was around me in nature.
As this journey deepened, I remembered -- I belong everywhere and I exist. This is my purpose. It is my absolute honor to serve in this community the wisdom and experiences I have nourished so that it may nourish the remembering and connection within you also.