I dream a place for women to come apart to meet themselves in a safe and nurturing space.
A place for women who have never been alone, or looked upon their deep feminine selves, can be free to sink into the wombs of their grandmothers, their mothers, themselves
I dream of a place where all the cycles of a woman's life will be acknowledged and celebrated in tune with nature and the rhythms of the earth
I would like a place where the weary, the battered and the raped will find healing in herbs and touch and dance
I dream a place where women will sing and chant beneath the full moon and dance around the dying embers, a place where the feminine will be nurtured and born again into our world
Ah, I dream a place for virgin, mother and crone to rise again in fullness with the moon.