Women Who Walk the Land
When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego
When we escape like squirrels
Turning in the cages of our personality
And get into the forests again,
We shall shiver with cold and fright
But things will happen to us
So that we don't know ourselves.
Cool, unlying life will rush in,
And, passion will make our bodies
taught with power,
We shall stamp our feet with new power
And old things will fall down,
We shall laugh, and institutions
will curl up like burnt paper.
-D.H. Lawrence, Get Into the Forests Again
By returning to ancient ways--to what we know in our bones--we find new ways forward.
Join a powerful group of women who gather to walk the land together. Simple, profound, transformative. We walk. We feel. We drum. We sing. We grieve. We heal. We find strength.
We come alive.
The land calls us home. We listen. We remember.
guided by Anna Swisher and guests. Sliding scale donation. please Email for more information.