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  “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.” 


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Clarissa Pinkola Estes 

Women's full moon howl & shake!

  

Once a month, on or near the night of the full moon, we gather in a circle of women, weaving our stories with music, breathwork & somatic movement, leaning into the wisdom of our feminine ancestors as we howl & shake, releasing what no longer serves, calling in what emboldens us to come fully alive & stepping forward to embody our cyclical nature in community, sisterhood & solidarity.

 

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