Moon Shine Women’s Circle

03/01/2026

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🌕 Wolf Moon 🌕
In old winter lore, the Wolf Moon rose when the cold pressed close and hearths mattered most. It’s a moon for warming the house ~lighting lamps early, stirring a pot, folding a blanket where you’ll need it later.
This moon moves through watery Cancer, the Moon’s own dwelling place. Feelings may sit nearer the surface, intuition a little keener, hearts a little more exposed. Comfort counts tonight ~warm food, familiar music, kindness offered without explanation.
And for those this moon has laid bare, leaving you performing a kind of energetic triage ~choosing what you can tend and what must rest ~I see you.
May what needs comfort be comforted. May what needs holding be held.
From the Broom’ery 🌿 ~Monica
(Eli Hellman artist)

03/01/2026

The Moon has been well and truly in her power as we step towards the lighter days. Wishing you all Peace, Warm Connections and Gentle Moon Glows ✨🌙

13/12/2025

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“In Irish folklore, the Cailleach is consistently portrayed as an immensely old and powerful goddess; many of the stories emphasize her great age, and such stories are deeply embedded in the landscape.

Their usual setting is wild and rocky places, like the place names which are associated with her and which are usually attached to mountains or locations in which ancient dolmens and cairns are to be found.

More often than not, the stories say that the Cailleach is the creator of these places…

Stories of the Cailleach and mythic old women like her arise out of a time when the Earth was commonly represented as the body of a woman.

Caves were thought of as wombs, rivers as veins or the flow of life-giving milk, and hills were seen as breasts … but then, with time, the Divine became disembodied, transcendent, and the physical became something to overcome or supersede…

In many parts of Europe, these powerful and life-giving elder women were transmogrified in the folklore into stereotypical witches.

But what is interesting to me is that, although so many old gods vanished from memory after the adoption of Christianity, the Cailleach did not; her stories, and the stories of gigantic old women like her, are abundant in the landscape, and still very much alive.

It’s the old women who remain here then; it’s the grandmothers who endure.”

~ Sharon Blackie, “Hagitude: Reimagining the Second Half of Life”

Art by Elena Albanese

13/12/2025

“ Dance Dance Wherever you maybe, I am the Lord of the dance said she”

Dance when you’re broken open.

Dance when you’ve torn the bandage off.

Dance in the middle of fighting.

Dance in your blood.

Dance when you’re perfectly free.

Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her,

like a wave that crests into foam at the very top,

Begins.

Maybe you don’t hear that tambourine,

or the tree leaves clapping time.

Close the ears on your head,

that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.

There are other things to see, and hear.

Music. Dance.

A brilliant city inside your Soul!

In the house of lovers

the walls are made of songs

the floor dances and the music never stops.

Rumi ❤️❤️❤️

13/12/2025

Trust 🫶🏽

“And suddenly, you just know it’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.”
Meister Eckhart

Edward Gordon - The Chest, 1940–2023.

13/12/2025

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“Begin again.
Little moments.
Tending to the flowers.
Cutting the fruit.
Opening the curtains so that the entire sky can greet you.
It’s never easy but, no matter.
Steam from the tea so quiet.
An open book, and door, and arms.

You have time.
Time to create a life that you can stand up straight in.
Even though life may beat you down.
Hard.
Even though things, situations, and people you love may be taken away from you so that your arms can memorize the grace of letting them go.
Even then, especially then, begin again.

Remind yourself that nothing really dies, rather, it transforms.
Everything and everyone you have ever loved lives in the mysterious memory of your cells. Turning. Healing. Renewing itself.
Until one day, a photograph of something or someone very dear, long gone, visits your mind and you bow your head with appreciation.

Meanwhile, take your pain to the sea and your trouble to the mountain.
Leave it there and walk home clean.
When failure knocks and rattles and quakes, let it.
Watch it make a fresh canvas of you.
Failure, that great teacher, is kinder if you thank her as you are getting up off the floor. She knows something that you don’t know: that she is usually the last face you will see before breaking through.
Such a little light in the crack of the door.

But today, if you are wading through the waters of loss or confusion: begin again.
Open the avocado.
Draw the bath.
Call your best friend.
Gather the books.
Play your favorite album.
Write.
Create art.
Open your arms. Move your legs.
Lovely, little blessings. Whispering to life that you won’t give up.
Not ever.”

~ Jeannette Encinias, Wild and Precious Life
on Instagram

Art: Sarah Bowman
Sarah Bowman Artist

13/12/2025

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“We have seasons when we flourish and seasons when the leaves fall from us, revealing our bare bones. Given time, they grow again.”
Katherine May - Wintering: The power of rest and retreat in difficult times, 2020.

Maxfield Parrish - Ecstacy, 1929.

25/11/2025

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“The quiet transition from autumn to winter is not a bad time at all. It's a time for protecting and securing things and for making sure you've got in as many supplies as you can.

It's nice to gather together everything you possess as close to you as possible, to store up your warmth and your thoughts and burrow yourself into a deep hole inside, a core of safety where you can defend what is important and precious and your very own.

Then the cold and the storms and the darkness can do their worst.
They can grope their way up the walls looking for a way in, but they won't find one, everything is shut, and you sit inside, laughing in your warmth and your solitude, for you have had foresight.”

~ Tove Jansson, from Moominvalley in November (The Moomins #9)

Art: Marija Stefanović
on Instagram

24/11/2025

Hello Wonderful Women, I’m so looking forward to sitting with you all tonight at 630pm to 830pm. It will be a cosy evening as we are now full ✨

Tea and snacks can be found in The Wooden Round House, please bring them over to us in Where the Waters Flow.

Bring your shoes inside to leave by the door, incase it rains.

This will be the last Circle of the Year, before we step into the colder months of reflection and wintering. 🫶🏽✨🌙

11/11/2025

“ Spirit of the Wind” 🌬️ 🍂

10/11/2025

What a glorious Autumn we are having, have you noticed the softness of the colourful leaves gently falling? ( A little Chant from 18 years back when holding a soft space for parents and their babies)

Pretty Leaves are falling
They are gently falling, twisting,
twirling, landing softly on the ground 🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂
Whoo Hooo

I will share the tune at our next Women’s Circle which is now full.

✨Monday 24th of November 630-830pm
last for now until after the Wintering✨

🌙We will openly discuss future Women’s Circles and how these may look, Open, Closed, Bigger, Different Venue, all your views are welcome.

Also if any of you are holding other spaces during the Hibernation of Winter, Or are looking at doing this such as Connective Art, Women’s Book Share ( I think Jay is looking into this) Meditation, Holistic Connection, Moon Circles, Earth Chanting ( I may hold some inside ) anything at all you would like to share please do ✨🌙