She’s held me as I sobbed. Let me rage without judgment. Stayed when everything burned down. And helped me rise again. This is what it means to know the Dark Mother. And this is my story. 🕯 ⸻ In my own soul’s experience, Dark Mother is the death knell and the birthing pool. She heralds both endings and new beginnings. She invites us beyond victimhood and into our empowerment, always guiding us into our raw vulnerability and our deepest truths. So many times, She’s woken me u

Over the years, Kasha and I have learned that sisterhood isn’t always soft or effortless, yet it’s also not always challenging and tense either. It can be one of the most revealing mirrors of both your shadow and your light and an opportunity to explore the full spectrum of what it means to be a woman. The two of us have known each other for over a decade, but the last four years here in Portugal have deepened something profound between us, a remembrance that feels like a leg

Your steps fall softly upon the dense forest floor. One foot in front of the other, steady and deliberate, ensuring your forward momentum. Light trickles through the canopy in golden ribbons while the air hums with memory. The ground is damp beneath your feet, and though you don’t know exactly where you are going, something in you keeps moving. Finally, you reach a river. The sound of the current grows louder with each step closer. There is a tightness in your chest that feel

Many of us carry a deep, often unconscious conditioning around intimacy and vulnerability. There’s a feeling that even the slightest...