20/04/2026
For a long time I didnโt have a voice. I was quiet. People would tell me to speak up, that they couldnโt hear me. Iโd sit with my hand over my mouth, watching, feeling like everyone else knew how to take up space in a way I didnโt.
I could write, but speaking felt exposed. I sang in private. I danced when no one was watching. I hid so much of myself, even with lovers.
Over time, my words became fast, disconnected from what I actually felt. I learned it was safer to be small, to stay close to people who felt louder, more certain. I became very good at that.
Until I couldnโt anymore. My life began to depend on me expressing what was real.
So I slowed down. I let there be pauses. I started listening to my body before I spoke. It felt unfamiliar, but it was honest.
Then I found womenโs circles.
Something shifted. The pace softened. I didnโt have to compete to be heard. I could take my time. I could feel my words as they came.
Thatโs where my voice returned. Gently, steadily.
Iโve been holding Womenโs Red Tent Circles for a decade, and again we are sitting together this Thursday in Ocean Shores.
6โ9pm โฅ๏ธ
This is an AFAB (assigned female at birth) space, created to support a sense of safety, familiarity, and openness in womenโs work. We hold deep respect for all identities while keeping this container specific.