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howl & shake!

Part women's circle. Part dance party. Part soul revival.

As each season in the Wheel of the Year turns, we gather in circle on or near the full moon for an evening of movement, breathwork, rhythm, sound, storytelling, and embodied practice.


Howl & Shake is a space for women to reconnect with instinct, sensation, cyclical wisdom, and the parts of themselves 

often quieted by over adaptation and the demands 

of this modern life.


Together, we move, breathe, shake, sound, rest, listen, 

laugh, grieve, and remember what becomes possible 

when women gather in embodied, communal space.


Rooted in nervous system sovereignty and the body’s indigenous intelligence, these circles invite greater aliveness, self belonging, expression, and connection through the changing seasons.


(Private circles also available.)

come howl with us!

  “And then there are the cravings...

A woman may crave to be near water, or be belly down, her face in the earth, smelling the wild smell. She might have to drive into the wind. She may have to plant something, pull things out of the ground or put them into the ground. She may have to knead and bake, rapt in dough up to her elbows.
She may have to trek into the hills, leaping from rock to rock trying out her voice against the mountain. She may need hours of starry nights where the stars are like face powder spilt on a black marble floor. She may feel she will die if she doesn’t dance naked in a thunderstorm, sit in perfect silence, return home ink-stained, paint-stained, tear-stained, moon-stained.” 


―
Clarissa Pinkola Estes 

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