The Women's Grove, 661 Snowberry Street, Longmont, CO (2025)

12/10/2024

I am a fierce-hearted Warrior Woman.
I am healing the lineages which have come before me, through my own personal growth work.
I am devoted.
I am a Solo Mother. My extraordinary daughter is with me 95% of the time.
And I am present with her.
Every.
Single.
Day.
I’m mothering in better ways than my mother ever could ~ because I have the inner and outer resources, the context, and the courage to do so.
I am a skilled Healing Practitioner, growing my roots in an ancient, unbroken tradition of Women’s Healing.
I am an impactful Teacher and Guide, within the realms of the Sacred Feminine - for women and girls all over the world.
I am an Artist.
I birth and sustain Beauty, through my Poetry and Harp Music.
And I am a Land-Listener, an Herbalist who has cared for and learned from one little piece of Heaven on Earth which is wild and free, here in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.
But the one thing that I am most proud of about myself is that I care.
I care about people, the planet, animals, plants, children, and the future - not just my own or my family’s future - but the future of humanity.
And I know, without a shred of a doubt, that honoring myself - as a woman, a female human, and a feminine being - is one of the most valuable gifts that I can offer.
I am on my knees, with the awareness that I am living through one of the most incredible chapters of Herstory.
The Patriarchy is falling. The Restoration of the Feminine is under way.
Yes, the illness of our world may be getting louder on its way out. But make no mistake, the empire is crumbling.
It’s a long death process, a marathon we’re running on behalf of the next generations.
As an awakening woman, I will bear witness to this Fall, piece by piece.
And I will contribute to the Revolution and the rebuilding of something better.
But my contribution is not really about any of the wonderful things that I can do.
It’s about being who I am.
My full, embodied, spilling over presence is precisely what the world is hungry for.
And its hungry for yours too.
Mainstream society has lived without the necessary influence, guidance, and visionary power of Wise Women for FAR TOO LONG.
And everyone and everything has suffered, as a result.
As I prepare to turn FIFTY this coming Spring, I know in my bones and in my Bloods, that life itself is ready to receive my offering of hard-earned, genuine Feminine Wisdom.
As a woman devoted to my own true unfolding, with the Wheel of Womanhood as my map, I accept the assignment.
I am one potent remedy for our times.
AND
SO
ARE
YOU.
But in order for us to truly become the SOURCE OF MEDICINE that humanity is starving for, we ourselves require an incredibly high level of FORTIFICATION, each step of the way.
We talk a lot about Self-Care in the women's movement, don’t we?
But you and I know deep down inside that it’s not just about “taking a break”.
It's not about bubble baths, or dark chocolate.
WE NEED WAY MORE SUPPORT, TO BECOME MORE of what life needs from us.
Self-Care for the Wise Women in Training {that’s us} is about strengthening ourselves ongoing, from the inside - with abundant, effective, constantly accessible support.
We need time-tested, simple Practices for aligning ourselves again and again, with the frequency of the Source ~ so that we can be that source for others.
We need to weave back into inter-relationship with the Plant Allies which are here on the planet by no accident - specifically in support of our changing bodies and cyclical beings as women.
We need Rituals of Renewal and Reverence for that which is greater than ourselves, to remember our way forward.
And we need each other.
Like our Bright and Well Foremothers before us, we too can and will be the sustenance that our families, communities, and the world needs. Now.
Women, please join me this Deep Winter Season to FEED YOUR ROOTS. For those who are called ~ more information is in the Comments section below.
With love and gratitude,
XO
Marianah Jade 🌹

06/04/2024

Last week I turned FORTY NINE. Thank you for your beautiful Birthday wishes here!

For me, 49 feels like Ripening.

Seven, the sacred number representing the 4 Cardinal Directions as well as the Earth, Sky, and Center, has now multiplied in me.

Sitting here, writing from the center of my ‘Seven Times Seven’ turning, I feel the weight of my crown.

I have officially entered the Queen phase of life.

This period of a woman’s life, between the Mother and Crone phases, has the potential to be a glorious, shining Harvest.

But for those of us with radiance in Midlife, it’s rarely ever a cake walk to get here.

Once upon a time, years ago, I was married to a wonderful person with whom I shared a very unhappy marriage, for decades.

I was surrounded by people who didn’t seem to fully trust, or completely respect me.

They were good people who simply reflected the ways in which I didn’t honor myself.

But now I do.

People talk a lot about ‘aging with grace’, as if it has something to do with possessing the secrets to lovely skin, a beautiful body, or access to the Fountain of Youth.

But it’s not about any of that. Grace isn’t skin deep. And aging has little to do with finding the Fountain of Youth.

Aging with Grace is about forgiveness. It’s about gathering the courage to be radically honest with oneself, which builds self-trust. It’s about exchanging the comforts which cannot and will not serve our maturation, for the agony of the Great Unknown. It’s about being willing to break the surface open, to excavate the creativity and joy we lost somewhere along the way.

Aging with Grace is about embracing a new kind of beauty, one that pulses with an unfamiliar rhythm, from a heart that is willing to ache for what it cannot yet name.

And for me, it has been about choosing to invest my time, energy, and attention in people and things that feel right and good for me, rather than choosing to suffer.

If only I could have known this simple recipe for a good life sooner, my earlier years may have been quite a bit easier.

But my life unfolded as it needed to, so that I could gather the greatest gift that aging consciously has to offer us ~ the earned wisdom of experience.

I needed to push myself really hard for decades, in a myriad of ways, to come to know the inner damage of that way of being and discover slowly but surely... how to yield and surrender.

I needed to examine and question blame, from all directions, to come to know what understanding actually is.

I needed to embody volcanic righteous female rage, to become intimate with the gentleness of my own genuine power.

I needed to let go of and grieve almost everything that I thought was ‘me’.

And low and behold, on the shore of the oceans of my grief, I was gifted an exquisite crown heavy with the jewels of a shining second half of life.

If you are a woman going through a challenging Midlife Rite of Passage, my advice to you from the other side is ~ let it burn you alive.

The hotter your particular fire, the more light you will gather through the process.

If you choose to walk all the way through the flames of your own Great Mystery, into an entirely new self that’s longing to be born, you will brighten beyond your wildest imagination. Your new wings on the other side will be magnificent, colorful, as big as the sky.

But first, you must liquify.

I have so much more to share about this incredibly rich and challenging Metamorphosis that we call Midlife.

I’m currently working on a Manuscript, which is a collection of many of my Spoken Word pieces from recent years. Most of the poems touch this theme of Midlife in some way, as they were written from the depths of my own Chrysalis.

It’ll be a little while before she’s published, and taking flight into the world.

In the meantime, please tune into an amazing conversation I recently had with my dear old friend, Megan Walrod, about what she calls ~ The Midlife Reckoning.

Megan has put together a truly valuable Free Series for Women ~ Homecoming: Real Wisdom from Real Women about the Midlife Reckoning ~ which is already moving along this necessary collective conversation.

Megan is an incredibly thoughtful, deep thinking, deeply caring woman, who knows how to hold space for The Real.

I have known her for 20 years. And I trust her completely, to take us and this conversation to the next level.

Please take part in the evolution of our understanding of Womanhood, and what it means to age with Grace.

The link to sign up FOR FREE is in the Comments area below.

During my recorded sacred Zoom date with Megan, I shared two Spoken Word pieces. Those two are like bookends to my Midlife Rite of Passage. One was written toward the beginning of my Metamorphosis, and one was written years later, toward the end. They are soul food for times of transformation, which I hope will fortify you for the journey.

If you’re interested in hearing more of my Spoken Word Poetry, please join me over on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/evergreen.muse/.

I’ll be sharing Spoken Word Videos there soon! ...As a newcomer to the Instagram party, it would mean the world to me to have you over there to receive me, when I’m ready to take the leap to share my voice.

REMINDER ~ head down to the Comments area below to sign up for Homecoming: Real Wisdom from Real Women about the Midlife Reckoning. The magic of this conversation has already begun.

With love, joy, and a big hot heap of gratitude for being on the other side! It’s absolutely awesome over here at the height of Midlife. I promise.

XO,
Mwah! 💋
Marianah Jade

02/22/2024

Dear ones,

As you may know through my writing, over the last few years I've gone through significant changes including ~ divorce, the dissolution of my family, and the loss of my beloved home and land.

After a few years of being with The Old Woman At the End of The Road, as I call her ~ Cailleach, Kali, Baba Yaga, Inanna and so on ~ my rebuilding years have officially begun.

Hallelujah!

I give thanks to the Feminine Cycles, which always bring us to Birth after Death.

This is the way of Mother Nature. And this is the way of Womanhood.

I'm welcoming the Creation Goddess into my life now, and feeling her fertility, creativity, aliveness, and bravery moving through my body, heart, soul, and life.
..Thank you Artemis, Brigid... Moon and Earth...

Yet, I stand at a fascinating and precarious juxtaposition.

This crossroads, this tide turning in my life has me feeling oh so young, like a maiden just coming to know herself. While a the same time, I'm living into the ripeness of my years.

At age almost 49, I'm navigating Perimenopausal changes, inner wisdom harvests, and the sensitive nature of aging in a female body.

Wow.

Womanhood can be such an enigmatic experience at times, filled with persnickety paradoxes and co-emergent realities.

As I've begun to feel the stirrings of this unknown, brand new life ahead of me, I have found myself contemplating potentially significant career shifts.

I've been wondering how I want my work to support me, into my Elder years ahead.

And I've been getting radically honest with myself about who I've become, who I want to become, and the contribution that I long to make ~ not only to people, but to plants, to life, and on behalf of my Higher Power.

I will share details with you {and new offerings}, as a new way of moving through my world takes shape.

To that end, for the first time, I'm teaching a Women’s Herbal class through my local Herb shop ~ Rebecca's Herbal Apothecary.

I’m offering a live online {via Zoom} Ritual of Self-Love, which you can join from anywhere in the world. {Link with details is in the comments below.}

We will provide a recording, if you can't make it live. Though I urge everyone registered to come in real time, because that's where the magic unfurls.

In the fertile season ahead, I’m excited to continue to share with you the tools and skills that support me to grow, heal, and celebrate myself as a woman.

It is such an honor and pleasure to contribute what I can.

From my heart to yours,
Marianah Jade 🦋

11/19/2023

Hello beautiful women of The Women's Grove,

Last Sunday in our local Circle of The Women’s Grove in Colorado, we gathered for our 4th gathering of 5 this season.

Exploring the theme of ROOTS, we practiced softening our bodies and emotions, and anchoring our consciousness into the gravity of this season.

Through Feminine Embodiment, Temple practices of shared touch, outdoor Root Meditation with the trees, Plant Brushings, and teachings on Herbal Root Decoctions, we were all opened in laughter and tears.

Nourished in the pleasure of Sisterhood is our way home.

This is the work I was made for. I am so grateful to serve what I love, in this beautiful way.

15 years in, and there’s no turning back.

I am Hers.

We will gather globally in December. Details coming soon!

Sending love to you all,
XO
Marianah Jade 🌹

11/13/2023

Dear ones,

I want to introduce you to Niki Richards Dewart and Elizabeth Marglin's beautiful work with the Sacred Feminine.

Last Sunday in The Women’s Grove, these wonderful women were our Guest Facilitators.

With their support, we worked with the Goddess Inanna. Inanna’s powerful Myth is the story of Feminine Descent into the Underworld. The journey requires the Goddess to relinquish her accolades, jewels, positions, powers, and worldly luxuries at each gate into the darkness.

The Descent of Inanna is a story of Resurrection, as all journeys that lead into the dark ultimately are.

In The Women’s Grove, Niki and Elizabeth gently guided each of us into our own personal Underworld material, exploring the theme of Shadow Work.

Through oracle, writing, stories, and sharing among the group, they delivered useful teachings about how to take this journey into the underbelly of ourselves, by integrating our inner unconscious material.

Through Elizabeth and Niki’s beautiful Oracle Cards, The WIld and Sacred Feminine Deck, we each worked very personally with our own inner shadow material, held in compassion by the group.

Niki and Elizabeth hold a space which embraces all of the feminine archetypes within us as women, carrying ancient knowledge and mythological wisdom, with reverence and curiosity.

Introducing us to the Descent of Inanna, an ancient story, Elizabeth and Niki opened my eyes to the fact that this story is a template for every modern woman’s soul journey.

The Heroine’s journey is a venture into the unconscious material of oneself ~ a terrifying journey which every woman must take, if she is to unfold her maturation and wisdom.

As I myself venture deeper into the Mysteries of the Female Midlife journey, I find this story incredibly resonant and relevant.

My own journey through the Initiation of Peri-menopause so far, has stripped me not only of outer manifestations like marriage, home, and family, but more importantly ~ I am relinquishing so much of who I thought I was, little by little, from the inside. {And it feels oh so right and true, by the way.}

I look forward to sharing personal writings and useful teachings about this incredible Female Rite of Passage, which I am in awe of and finding my way through with power, grace, and quite a bit of grit.

But for now, I want to share with you a Poem, which Elizabeth and Niki helped the women of The Women’s Grove write together, spontaneously. Please find that beautiful Poem in the comments sections below.

Spontaneous Group Poetry is something I don’t think I’ve experienced before. It was a beautiful experience, bringing me into the Collective Feminine Psyche ~ that place within, where we share one ancient cellular memory as women.

Thank you Elizabeth and Niki for your contribution to The Women’s Grove this season, and for igniting our shared memory as women.

Friends, I highly recommend that you put The Wild and Sacred Feminine Deck on your Holiday Self-Care list. It’s beautiful, magical, informative, and educational. You’ll find the link for purchase in the Comments area below.

With endless love for these ways,
Marianah Jade 🌹

{Image attached is Inanna, from The Wild and Sacred Feminine Deck.}

08/19/2021

Die first
then birth
don’t think or try
to line it up or roll it out
it’s a crooked wide and winding road
dusted with medicine
and everything
won’t be ok
it’ll be broken
and these spoken
words will mend it
and take what’s crooked and bend it
like those sunflowers leaning toward sun and sky
the mountains
you too
will stretch your way
just like that holy hole that brings all the daughters forth
you’ll pass through
not with eyes
but you
are already reaching with something that sees in the Dark
and finds
a Moon
the size of your tiny wings
damp with the liquid of change
I charge you now
with starlight and blue rays
spin yourself into the next dimension
where your own magic
WHOOSH
spreads and heals
GO
Make your own wind.

Excerpt from 'Looking for the Moon'
~ A Poem by Marianah Jade, Founder at The Women's Grove

06/03/2021

I am a woman, divorcing.
18 years, burnt to the ground.
And there was nothing I could do to stop the Lava.
I tried.
I stood at the foot of the mountain of rage and sang.
I called out to Pele and Mary and Venus and the Sky God too.
I asked them all to hiss the truth
through the sacred fire.
I prayed for Mercy for all that was holy
in its path. Family.
Marriage. Home. Sanctuary.
Healing Temple. I called upon the spirit of To***co ~
To teach our bitter tongues and make them sweet.
I picked up the snapped thread, to weave
its frayed ends back in
with my words. I couldn't.
They were too thin.

I stood in the Lava
and hoped that the size of my heart would slow it down.
It wasn’t big enough.
So I’m leaning on this spot,
with the immediacy of an injured bird falling from the sky,
into the soles of my feet on burning ground.
And somehow,
I keep standing.
Until, just when I steady myself on the heat, I’m knocked
down by wild waves of grief
pulling me
into the flames below. I do my best to avoid ripping my soul
on the edge
As the bottom falls out.
where despair lives
it’s form is just a thought that doesn’t ever need to be repeated again.
At the end
of each wrestling match with worms of betrayal,
I stand up to find another flaming door.
Walk through.
I’m stripped.
Meaning. Purpose.
Ground. Home. Identity.
Name.
Everything I thought was me.
Taken.
But this place. This union. The land.
The bowl in which
my secret bloods, music, memories, and lessons were mixed
for a short lifetime. I bow low.
Full body
Prostrations filled
with her scent and minerals,
trust
The green friends widen my wings.
And the disorientation
of not knowing who the f*ck I am anymore,
turns them on and lights them up.
I ride
With a smile, while
the winds of an undomesticated life whisper beneath my tangled, tear-stained hair.
It feels like
Freedom
I’ve never ever known.
And to continue to refrain from giving voice to this ferocious tenderness ~
just to maintain privacy normalcy or some other plasticky
social grace
would be
to die a slow and painful death.
I won’t.
My voice is the Medicine. that fills this hole right here.
The one that exists
at the center of my world, where my family once did.

Five Full Moons have come and gone,
while I’ve invisibly walked through the fires of Hell.
I stand before you now, Extended Community ~
Clothed in the dignity
of a woman being born from the flames.
Marianah Jade

05/09/2021

It was the Summer of 2019, pre-pandemic. We were enjoying a family adventure-vacation in Europe, which was also a pilgrimage and Rite of Passage for me, to the lands of my ancestors.

My daughter and only child had just reached Menarche, and I needed to mark it in a big way, for myself.

One evening during that epic journey, in Glastonbury, England, the three of us climbed to the top of a very sacred hill ~ the site of Glastonbury Tor.

At this mystical tower/ seat of Avalon, I received crystalline clear guidance for what was then a tender, unresolved mystery of my heart ~ whether or not to have another child.

I had held this question in my heart for 6 years.

And that evening at the Tor, guidance was spoken to me, as clear as a bell ~ ‘you’re almost finished (raising your child), you’ve worked so hard. You’re exhausted. Just one more step, and you are complete.’

The message could not have been more clear and direct. I heard it with my own ears, spoken out loud ~

My childbearing years were complete.

On the way down from the Tor, the Why was whispered to me by the ancient Priestesses of the land ~ ‘you need to weave your thread into the fabric of this movement.’

I knew just what they meant. And I made a promise.

I offered a red thread, tied in a beautiful intricate Celtic Knot, to a very old and sacred tree.

And I spoke to her ~ I will.

I promise.

I will take a stand for the feminine.

I will make a greater contribution to the evolution of feminine consciousness, in the visible and invisible things I do.

I will lead women back home, in holy communion with Mother Earth, their bodies, and each other.

I will embody the medicine of Womanhood in my everyday life, as best I can.

I will be a Well, a lighthouse, a guide, a messenger and weaver of women’s wisdom and culture.

To that end, this Summer ~ I will step through a personal Threshold of Womanhood with consciousness ~ eyes open, heart bleeding ~ in communion with the sacred lands of Avalon.

And I’m taking a small group of amazing women with me.

In July, we’ll commune with the very real and palpable magic of the Holy Land of Avalon.

Glastonbury, Avalon, Somerset, England calls me home.

At this time of great instability in my own life, I know that she will ground me, heal my broken heart, and show me the way forward ~ into the light of my destiny.

Are you called to join us?

This soft land, with its holy wells and sacred gardens, are a Balm for the soul, elixir for the heart, and superfood for the female embodied experience.

I’m counting the days until we will rest together in her beautiful, loving compassionate lap.

Together we’ll receive the crystal clear guidance we need to take the next brave steps, on the path of our truest purpose. {Link to the Invitation for REMEMBERING AVALON ~ A Women's Pilgrimage is in the comments area below.}

In service of the evolution of The Great Feminine,
Marianah Jade, Founder at The Women's Grove

P.S. Here's a photo of my daughter and I up at the Glastonbury Tor that very evening. On this Mother's Day, I am beyond grateful for the privilege of living my dream to raise a daughter. Thank you Great Mother for her life! 💕🙏💕

P.P.S If you'd like to hear stories of a more personal nature from me, please join The Women's Grove private Facebook Group, where I share more intimately and more frequently... I'd LOVE to get to know you over there! {Link for the Group is in the comments area below as well.}

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