Do you ever feel a deep longing – one your soul yearns to answer?
Come join us on a shamanic journey with the Ancient Mothers.
Pack your antlers, your drum, your passion, your grief …
An altar to the Ancient Mother’s
Under skies of magical twilight we will shape-shift each night into our true selves – the ones who are fluent in magic and ritual and understand the language of the landscape, the birds, the four leggeds and all those we share our spaces with. We will come together in circle like generations of our foremothers did and stretch our roots down where we meet the Ancient Mothers. With stone and claw and water and antler we will dance between the worlds to the song of the universe – and renew each and every cell.
We will fill our baskets with that magic, let it inspire and shape us. Let that creative force move through us – through our souls and our hands.
With song and art, insight and silence we will let the Ancient Mothers talk, sit with them in circle and let them kindle our fires.