Haven. Nourish Your Spirit

01/22/2026

🐺 WOLF WOMAN CIRCLE
*FEBRUARY 11th • 7:00–9:00 PM*

*GUIDED SHAMANIC JOURNEY *WOMEN MEDICINE CIRCLE * DRUM HEALING *SELF PARTNERSHIP HEART HEALING *

Join us for an evening of gentle inquiry into your self relationship and any heart wounds that may be found upon your soul from the relational journeys you have walked.

This Circle will include deep reflexive practice, guided shamanic journey to these pieces of Self that are longing for Tending, genuine holding of Self and others in the medicine circle, and a soft clearing in the gentle waves of the ocean drum.

*Come as you are. Be welcomed fully.*

📍 *Location:* Hearth Co-Wellness, 5720A 75 Street NW, Edmonton, AB

🕖 *Time:* 7:00–9:00 PM

📅 *Date:* February 11th
💲 Karma Offering, by donation (suggested $25, no one turned away for lack of funds)

What to Bring:

Please bring your yoga mat, eye covering, water bottle, sitting pillows, light blanket for warmth, and your favourite journal & pen.

💥Reserve Your Spot 👇 - see link to grab your ticket - LIMITED spaces available💥

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Wolfwomancircle@gmail.com for questions!

01/17/2026

A glorious glimpse into Rising Moon where we will be immersing ourselves in retreat this year! 🫠❤️🔥

The Spring Women's retreat in April is open for registrations and spots are filling!

The summer July retreat details will be announced in a few weeks! Stay connected!

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01/16/2026

🌿 𝙀𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 ~ 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌

Spring Women's Retreat

Shedding the heaviness of winter, we rise tender and wild into the promise of light.

This immersive women’s retreat is a sacred invitation to reawaken your soul through ceremony, creativity, and rest.

Your experience includes:
✨ Guided rituals to call yourself home after the long dark
✨ A glorious sound bath to cleanse and attune your energy
✨ Intuitive painting to speak with the seeds of your soul dreams
✨ Ecstatic breath and movement journey to stoke the fire within
✨ A nourishing cycle through the Nordic spa for nervous system renewal
✨ A cozy firelit circle at the stunning Rising Moon Retreat
✨ Shared accommodations in luxuriously curated spaces designed for restoration
✨ All art supplies and nutritious meals

🌿 A day to soften, nourish, and remember what it feels like to bloom.

🕯️ 10 AM – 10 AM the following day
📍 .Moon.Studio

*Fees include shared accommodations at the glorious Rising Moon Retreat Center set upon 25 acres of sacred land, just outside Sherwood Park, Alberta.

From the creator of Rising Moon:
“We are a consciously designed studio and retreat home, built with the rhythms of the Earth and Moon in mind. The name Rising Moon reflects our own relationship with the cycles of life. Just like the moon, we move through phases of growth, rest, release, and renewal. Our studio was born from that understanding—and from the deep belief that every phase, every shift, carries wisdom worth gathering”

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Registration inquires: Begin yours on the website or Contact Nikki to get started!

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01/16/2026

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You may have seen the term functional freeze lately. It’s resonating because a lot of people quietly recognize themselves in it.

Functional freeze isn’t a diagnosis. It describes a nervous system state where you keep functioning, but mostly on autopilot.

You go to work, answer emails, keep routines, show up socially. From the outside, life looks fine. Inside, things often feel flat, stuck, or disconnected.

That’s usually where the guilt shows up. “I’m doing everything I’m supposed to. So why do I feel this way?”

From a trauma perspective, this isn’t laziness or a character flaw. It’s a nervous system that learned how to stay operational under ongoing stress by dampening feeling and conserving energy. And as long as we see this as a flaw, we won’t give it the care it actually needs.

Insight alone rarely shifts this state. You can understand what’s happening and still feel stuck. From a nervous system perspective, this isn’t shutdown. It’s survival mode.

In my work, I don’t try to push people out of functional freeze. I get curious about what the nervous system is still protecting against.

Instead of asking “What’s wrong with me?” I often invite questions like:

– What has my system needed to stay functional?
– What might it be protecting me from?
– What helps me feel even slightly more settled in my body?

That shift, from pressure to understanding, is often where things begin to ease.

If this term resonates, let it be information, not an identity. A starting point for curiosity, not another reason to judge yourself.

01/15/2026

Art IS ceremony.
Art IS ritual.
Art IS sacred.

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For 400 years, no one in her tribe had made one. She spent a year weaving thousands of turkey feathers—teaching herself an extinct art from photographs—and became the first to wear it in four centuries.
In 2022, Julia Marden held a single turkey feather and stared at a question that had haunted her people since colonization: How do you bring back what's been erased?
Julia is a master artist and member of the Aquinnah Wampanoag tribe in Massachusetts. She'd spent years studying traditional Indigenous arts—beadwork, quillwork, weaving techniques passed down through generations.
But one art form hadn't been passed down. It had been lost.
Before European colonization, Wampanoag leaders wore magnificent full-length mantles woven entirely from turkey feathers. These weren't just clothing—they were sacred garments representing leadership, connection to land, responsibility to community. The feathers caught light like living fire, moved like water.
Then colonization came. Disease decimated populations. Cultural practices were banned. Traditional knowledge was systematically destroyed. The art of feather mantle-making—the intricate close-twining technique—disappeared.
For over 400 years, no one in Julia's homeland had made one.
A few mantles survived in museums, behind glass, untouchable. The Wampanoag could look at photographs of ancestral garments, but the knowledge of how to create them was gone.
Until Julia decided it wasn't.
She studied every available resource. She examined museum pieces through photographs. She consulted tribal elders. She researched historical records. She taught herself the ancient close-twining technique—a painstaking method of weaving feathers so tightly they create flexible, durable fabric.
Then she started collecting turkey feathers. Thousands of them.
Wild turkeys are sacred to the Wampanoag—part of the land, part of the ecosystem, part of the story. Julia gathered molted feathers from local turkeys, handling each with care and intention. She sorted them by size, color, quality.
And then she began to weave.
The work was meticulous. Hours each day, weaving feathers together using thread and a technique not practiced in her community for four centuries.
Her fingers ached. Her eyes strained. There were no tutorials, no instruction manuals, no teachers. She was reviving an extinct art form using only historical photographs and determination.
Some days, rows wouldn't lie right and she'd undo hours of work. Some days, she wondered if she was crazy to think she could resurrect something lost so long.
But she kept weaving.
This wasn't just about making something beautiful. This was reclamation. This was telling her ancestors, "You are not forgotten." This was showing her community's children that Indigenous traditions aren't dead—they're waiting to be remembered.
Feather by feather, the mantle grew.
It took shape slowly, painfully, beautifully. The feathers overlapped in perfect patterns, creating a garment that shimmered with movement. The browns, bronzes, and subtle golds caught light exactly as they had four centuries ago.
After a full year of work, Julia held the completed mantle.
It was the first historically accurate feather mantle crafted in her homeland in over 400 years.
But she didn't make it to hang on a wall.
In 2023, at the Aquinnah Wampanoag Powwow—a sacred gathering where Indigenous people celebrate and honor heritage—Julia brought the mantle.
When her turn came to enter the sacred circle, she wrapped the feather mantle around her shoulders. The weight settled on her body—thousands of feathers, yes, but also 400 years of absence.
She stepped into the circle.
The crowd went silent.
People had seen photographs in history books. They'd seen museum pieces behind glass. But no one alive had ever seen a Wampanoag person wearing one—moving in it, dancing in it, bringing it back to life.
The feathers moved like water. They caught light. They whispered with every step.
Elders wept. Young people stared in awe. Photographers captured the moment, but no photograph could capture what it meant—not just what people were seeing, but what they were feeling.
They were witnessing a resurrection.
This wasn't re-enactment. This wasn't costume. This was a living tradition that had been sleeping for four centuries, waking up.
Julia danced wearing the mantle her ancestors would have recognized. She brought the past into the present, proving what was lost can be found again—if someone does the work.
After the powwow, Julia placed the mantle on display at the Aquinnah Cultural Center, where her community could see it, study it, learn from it.
Because that's the point. Julia didn't revive this tradition just for herself. She did it to show others it could be done. She did it so the next artist wouldn't start from zero. She did it so young Wampanoag people could look at that mantle and think, "My ancestors made these. And so can I."
The mantle hangs in the Cultural Center now, testament to what determination and cultural pride can achieve. But its true power isn't in the display case.
Its true power is what it represents: Indigenous traditions are not dead relics. They're not lost forever.
They're sleeping, waiting for the right hands to carry them forward.
Julia Marden spent a year weaving feathers because she refused to accept that 400 years of absence meant permanent erasure. She looked at the gap where her people's tradition should have been and said, "I can fill this."
One year. One woman. One extinct art form brought back to life.
The next time someone says what's lost is gone forever—remember Julia Marden.
Remember the Wampanoag artist who spent a year weaving turkey feathers because she refused to let colonization have the last word.
Remember that traditions don't die. They wait.
And sometimes they come back—more beautiful than ever, shimmering in light, carried by hands that refused to forget.
Four hundred years of silence, broken by one woman with turkey feathers and fierce determination.
Her ancestors would be proud.

01/15/2026

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01/14/2026

Feeeeeeeling the call in my soul 💫

How about you?

01/11/2026

2026 and the year of the Fire Horse are bringing creations that have been swirling in the Cauldron for some time...

Stay tuned ✨💫

01/10/2026

There's nothing like creating with your hands, your arms, your voice, your body... Immersion into the process.

01/09/2026

Important.

We need to move in and out of the work. Staying immersed will drown us in overwhelm and then we will either shutdown or become apathetic as survival.

Don't. Take breaks. Find safety. Find your creativity. Find a rhythm that supports you in your own healing/growth, and then in outward engagement of working for justice and resistance.

This is why I do the work I do.

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01/09/2026

Sway