03/28/2025
Introducing the Honey Temple–a place that has always existed in the in-between, called in when the need for it is there. A place where women remember what it is to be part of one cloth– one earthly, singing, loving, nourishing body– offering our gifts for the filling of the well in ourselves, each other, and the world.
We know in our blood and bones the sensual primordial Mother. The mother culture, the Goddess, the temple of mud, blood and water– of our earthen bodies and how they move with swaying hips, together, long skirts caressing the earth and temple floor, adorned as the earthly goddesses we are, singing our love into being.
Recognize this place of many names that we are calling the Honey Temple.
Come, let down your burdens, your repenting, your striving, your silent turmoil, your simmering rage. Let them melt in this honeyed cauldron of life to be voiced, sung, offered, wept, held, danced and stirred into the wholeness and embrace of the Mother.
It is no mistake that we raise this temple within the first hundred days of the inauguration of one firmly holding the same banner as those who tore down our temples thousands of years ago. We raise them again, and again, and again because the life force of women is as whole as it ever was and we do what we do, birth life.
The first hundred days will be our declaration of life. The raising of hearth and of heart, of song and of sensuality, of ritual and of rage. With bells on our feet, sandalwood on our breasts, and honey on our fingers, we will sing our love and grief for the world and in so doing become so vulnerable to love that we become invincible. Emerging into Spring filled with ancient primordial power and connected to sisterhood through both sorrow and celebration.
Join us.
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