12/23/2025
On the longest night,
women gathered at the dOMe.
Not to do.
Not to fix.
Not to become.
But to rest.
We opened with fire —
ancient, alive, remembering us.
And then we nestle down,
like seeds beneath the snow.
Nothing required.
Nothing expected.
Just the deep permission to pause.
Sound carried us inward.
Stillness softened our edges.
Creation flowed —
light emerging on black canvas,
Metatron’s Cube revealing the wisdom of sacred geometry,
reminding us that even in darkness,
there is divine order… and beauty.
Winter Solstice whispers:
darkness is not an ending.
It is fertile.
It is holy.
It is where the light rests until it’s ready to rise.
Thank you to every woman who shared this sacred journey.
Thank you for trusting stillness.
For honoring rest.
For receiving.
May you embrace these darker days.
May you feel the quiet light within you.
And may you remember —
you don’t need to do anything to be worthy of renewal.
And for those who feel the gentle pull…
the knowing…
the call to journey inward —
There is space for you here.
At the dOMe.
Where OM lives at the center
and life returns home to self.
🤍✨ Peace, and light SBe