THE CIRCLE

When we gather in circle, we honor an ancient way of being. A way that remembers that healing happens in relationship. Suffering begins to pass when it is recognized. Healing requires community. Power lives in presence. Wisdom is not owned. It is shared.

This is not a program. It’s a place. A sacred space shaped by the intention of those who step into it. No one arrives in the circle by accident. Each person carries important medicine whispered into them before birth - a spark, a dance, a song, a story - that is needed by the community. The circle is alive, ever shifting and shaped by those who gather and the gifts they bring.

We gather in rhythm with the land, the elements, and each other. Around fires. Among trees. Beneath stars. Inside lodges. Beside water. With stone and bone. Our truths carried by the wind. You may find yourself walking barefoot through the forest, holding space around a fire, listening to a tree, introducing yourself to a river, recognizing a bird song, crying into the soil, dancing under the moon, or speaking a truth you’ve never voiced. You may hold sacred silence or be held by it, tend a threshold or be witnessed as you cross one. This is not a curriculum, it is a container. A space of deep belonging. You do not need to earn your place here. You are already part of the whole.