Creative Power Retreats are intimate refuges for women who long to create. She who must speak into the fullness of her passionate knowing: from her body & the body of the earth.
She who suspects that pleasure can sustain us in troubled times, and energize us to revivify our culture.
She who knows that we need each other: to come alive, to thrive, to dare our truest voices.
Each retreat in this series comes at a moment of significance in the wheel of the year, the way our ancestors marked time in concert with the natural world: equinox, solstice, Beltane, Lammas. We gather at these times to synchronize our bodies and creative rhythms to the heartbeat of the earth, to remember her/our power.
In each retreat, we also follow the archetypal journey of a mythological woman or goddess. In the mirror of these stories, we glimpse the beauty & significance of our inner work, and sense our place in the cosmos.
While each Creative Power Retreat is unique, all are safe, responsive circles created through: group ritual, writing, art-making, gentle yoga, meditation, guided journey, song, and breath-work.
Creative Power Retreat Series: Spring & Summer 2017
There was a green hollow in the backyard where we girls gathered, had dragged in a partially rotted red picnic bench, a few upturned logs. Here the goddesses came to comb our wild hair. Here we knew all of the old times, the longings, the secrets of the land upon which we lived. The ghosts who galloped alongside our parents. The insecurities each of us harbored were safe to be here with us. We were safe here, and powerful.
Every time I speak deeply, honestly, with another woman, or gather with a group of women, I feel this thrumming in me: it’s a desire to recreate that green hollow of my girlhood.
That place in which we could listen and speak.
That place where we could be powerful, truthful, voraciously ourselves.
Where we could see our beauty in each other's eyes.
I want to insist that this green hollow is actually everywhere. That this refuge is at the ready, spontaneously drawn up around us the moment we deliberately choose, in our bodies and psyches, to hold each other.
Can you feel it too? The hard lines of our jaws softening, the willingness to be changed, immeasurably, by what we learn here, by what we feel here. The way of knowing creative joy as a spring bubbling over from deep within, ever-flowing, inexhaustible, free. Pleasure, passion, fresh in each moment. We give each other pleasure, and we give ourselves pleasure. We hope beyond holding. And yet we do hold each other. In a way we didn’t yet know as girls: with the candor and gleaming substance of ones who have labored hard, who have been forged in the fire.
Yes, this green hollow is drawing up, gathering, filling in with breeze, whispers, bird song.