11/02/2025
We arrive with minds that are full. Bodies that are tight. Hearts that hide behind walls.
There’s no need to push, no need to force, no need to hurry.
Every hour that passes, we soften more into the embrace of the basin that Dharug country holds. The unravelling begins. Mask by mask we take off, diving deep.
We breathe through suspicion, competition and envy. Shake off doubts, fears and unworthiness. Face discomfort, resist the urge to run, move through emotions to become more whole. Only to realise we’ve always been. Whole.
We open to the force that binds us, that liberates us.
The more we shed, we remember and celebrate. The connection to the land is tangible, the innate nature of sisterhood real.
Womanhood is a f* powerful gift.
“The one who rocks the cradle, rules the world.”
With a clarity and deeply grounded sense of Self I emerge.
- Thank you Thank you Thank you - to the Magic that is Roots.