08/03/2026
Last year perhaps my most sacred work was birthed.
In circles, retreats, and sacred spaces.
Breathing together.
Crying together.
Laughing until the room softened.
I have watched women remember themselves.
Watched voices tremble
and then grow steady.
Watched stories once whispered
rise into the light.
There is something ancient that happens
when women gather with intention.
Something divine.
Something electric.
Something that reminds us
we were never meant to do this life alone.
To every woman who trusted the circle,
who spoke her truth,
who held another’s hand through the dark,
you are the sacred work.
Happy International Women’s Day. May you feel held, celebrated and blessed. Wherever you are.
