Ritual Art Sisterhood

31/10/2025

A song reborn — for all our female ancestors whose pain was never recognized or amended. For the women they tried to silence, burn, or erase. We are the unbroken line. Remembering. Rising. 🔥

There's blood on the side of the mountain
There's writing all over the wall
Shadows of us are still dancin'
In every room and every hall
There's snow fallin' over the city
You thought that it would wash away
The bitter taste of our fury
And all of the messes you made
Yeah, you think that you got away

But we're in the trees, we're in the breeze
Our footsteps on the ground
You'll see our face in every place
But you can't catch us now
Through wading grass, the months will pass
You'll feel it all around
We're here, we're there, we're everywhere
But you can't catch us now
No, you can't catch us now

Bet you thought we'd never do it
Thought it'd go over our heads
I bet you figured we'd pass with the winter
Be somethin' easy to forget
Oh, you think we're gone 'cause we left

But we're in the trees, we're in the breeze
Our footsteps on the ground
You'll see our face in every place
But you can't catch us now
Through wading grass, the months will pass
You'll feel it all around
We're here, we're there, we're everywhere
But you can't catch us now
No, you can't catch us now

You can't, you can't catch us now
We're comin' like a storm into your town
You can't, you can't catch us now
We're higher than the hopes that you brought down

There's blood on the side of the mountain
It's turning a new shade of red
Yeah, sometimes the fire you founded
Don't burn the way you'd expect
Yeah, you thought that this was the end

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09/03/2025

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04/03/2025

Inner Fire

In the middle of a thick forest, I’m waiting for my team to come back. The forest feels safe and familiar, like a home.

There’s a tall tree there. The bark looks pretty old. Inside its trunk, there’s a hollow so tiny I can barely fit my hand inside.
I’ve been tending to a small fire burning inside the hollow.

It’s getting dark. My people are about to return, and I can’t wait to sit together in the glowing light of the fire the tree is holding for us.

I’m thinking of getting more sticks for later, but then the team is back and it turns out, everyone brought some sticks for the fire.

The tree, the fire—they are ours. We tend them, and they tend us.

25/02/2025

How long can you stay alone with your magic?
Well, 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻.
Unless you find your tribe.

Ritual Art Sisterhood is exactly what it says—a community that explores, honors, and empowers the feminine through art and togetherness. So if you crave connection, transformation, and practicing intentional acts of creativity together—we'd love to have you.