Your voice needn’t be loud to be strong.
In the heart of a whisper, a knowing look, rushes a current of shivery knowing. The strength of remembrance, the embrace of hushed tones, the bubbling crisp clear music of the land waking from her long sleep.
Loud is all around: the bull dozers and the politicians and the oil drills are loud.
In the midst of this clamor, there is so much power in your own natural voice. Sinuous, undulating, rising and falling, slipping between the cracks of this clanging to sing up the buried songs. Your voice. May it rolllll like a river and shine like the sea.
Oh yes—and thank the stars—women’s voices are also brash, wrathful, or sharp as wolves marking territory. But always pulsing with love, tender and fierce.
Let us celebrate the diversity of our voices, the harbor of our own lush imaginations—the dreams, vibrant and tenacious, we are shore to.
See how we can hold it all, stream this multi-sensory richness from our mouths and hearts?
As we voice the world’s quaking—unsettled and wild—and press through the old stranglehold that would dampen women’s voices, we honor all our determination to know ourselves, to nevertheless unveil this beauty: women with wingspans wide as sky.
At this creative women's retreat for the Summer Solstice, we will practice embodying our writing with passion + confidence in our voices and bodies.
One word to describe what we’ll be learning about together is “performance” of our writing, but what we’re really practicing is how to call forth our unfettered selves, our sovereign cells, from where they’ve been awaiting a voice. How to embody our deepest knowing, without apology, and to offer our creative voices in the spirit of a gift.
The retreat will be a mix of guided visualization, writing, movement to express emotional energies, and ritual. In a supportive circle of sisters, you’ll discover the symbiotic relationship between your physical voice + body and your internal creative voice, how the two can nourish and reflect each other, and be offered as an elixir to our thirsty world.