When women gather, something magical happens.

 
Delicate scents, crystalline sounds, soft touches, warm smiles. 
But also something beyond words, something profound and visceral. 


A vibration coming right from the centre of the earth, rooted far beneath.


The wild essence of those who recognise themselves as the bearers of life and death.


Holders of the moon deep within, carriers of nature’s cyclic wisdom.

When women gather, we tap into ancient memories of gestures that our bodies recognise as theirs.


We twirl and whirl in motions carried out thousands of times before us, by our ancestors, untamed women of power.

When women gather, we produce oxytocin.
The hormone of love, happiness, empathy and trust.


Hence, gathering as women is pure medicine and joy, literally.