Heart(h): December 2024

a sometimes silent, almost solstice, retreat

Carry the water, open the windows, pass the last sweet bite around the table, there is enough to share. Let’s kindle this dream we’re dreaming of a place where we’re all free. Rested. Fully expressed. I am so grateful for the brave and kind ways we brought ourselves to the circle, the fears and the hopes and the whispers and the wails, the flow of running waters and the warmth of licking flames.

Thank you to everyone who gathered. Thank you to Tecca, Molly, Libby, Stacey, and Casey for offering practices of sound, story, song, and breath during our time together.