MotherFire asks you to come. 

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To sing songs of reckoning and remembering.

To move outside the confines of pressure and expectation. 

To be held and to hold. 

To find yourself and eachother in the heart of the Great Mother. 

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There was a time when we did that together. 

Maybe we can find our way back there again. 

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May this space be a place we can go to hear ourselves and lean together in ways both ancient and radically new.

A co-creation of possibility outside of patriarchy, outside of expectation, outside of pressure or force. 

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In times of great turmoil and collapse, what happens when we create a steady rhythm of connection?

To our bodies, hearts, and souls.

To the land, the ones who came before, the bones.

To the circle.

To eachother.

To the Mother. 

 

MotherFire

    MotherWater

   MotherEarth

   MotherHeart

  MotherArms

    MotherWomb

 MotherLove