I know what it is to live far from myself.
To tend to everything and everyone so consistently that my own knowing becomes easy to ignore.
I know what it is to say yes when every cell in my body is saying no.
And I know the moment that changes. When the body says enough with a certainty that can no longer be overridden.
For me, that moment came through grief.
The loss of my grandfather cracked something open that I had spent years keeping carefully closed.
He was the person who showed me what it looked like to move through the world with genuine presence, nurturing, honest, unhurried, deeply attuned to nature, to family, to life itself.
His mother was a Cherokee woman, separated from much of her traditions and ceremony at a young age. Yet what remained, and what carried forward through generations was a reverence for relationship. With earth. With stillness. With the truth of living things.
Those ways of being shaped me long before I had language for any of this work.
When he died, I felt the full weight of how far I had drifted from everything he embodied. And something in me knew I couldn’t continue in the same way.
That grief became a doorway.
Through meditation, somatic practice, breathwork, and Vipassana meditation, I began to feel life again. Sensation returned. Emotions became accessible.
I learned that the descent I had been avoiding was never the danger.
The running was. And then I understood why I had been running for so long.
Feminine abandonment moved through my bloodline like an underground river.
My mother, who abandoned herself for most of her life to survive. Grandmothers who were never seen. A great-grandmother forced to disconnect from her ways of knowing. Great-great-grandmothers whose names were forgotten.
The body carries these. Not as memory but as matter. Epigenetically. Somatically. In the quality of my nervous system's resting state. In the patterns I inherited before I had language for any of it.
The women in my line learned to disappear to be loved.
And for a long time, without knowing it, so did I.
It’s my mission to end this. With me. For my daughter. For the generations to come.
I feel deep gratitude to be alive at this time, to cleanse what has been carried, to shed ancient skins and offer them to the earth, to do what may feel radical to some and like the most natural thing in the world to others.
And most of all, to do this with women who are done hiding their true nature. Their power. Their aliveness.
We were never meant to disappear.
We’re here to be witnessed back into ourselves.
WHY CIRCLESomething happens when women gather.
My experiences of being in circle have been life giving. Each one a return to the most natural way of being in connection. Intimate. Supportive. Awakening something ancient within.
Gathering in circle is a returning to the well within us. To remember. To be witnessed. To practice, together, the art of staying with ourselves.
The tools we return to in this space are ones that have always existed. Breath, a doorway back into the body. Nature, the living mirror that reflects what we have forgotten about ourselves. The ancestral wisdom carried forward through generations of women who knew how to tend themselves and each other.
These aren’t new. They’re ancient.
And they are already living within you.
This Space is for Us
This is for the woman who is done abandoning herself.
For the woman learning to trust what she already knows. For the woman remembering how to listen to herself again. For the woman moving through burnout, grief, motherhood, or transition, and longing to feel more like herself. For the woman tending carefully to the life she longs to create within herself, her relationships, her family, her community, her way of serving, and the generations still to come.
Many of us are carrying dreams that were never meant to be built alone.
Dreams of deeper connection. Of reciprocal care. Of slower and more meaningful ways of being together. Of children raised within belonging and compassion. Of women supported so their aliveness, creativity, intuition, and humanity stay alive.
Well Within Us was created in devotion to those dreams.
To the remembering that women are part of nature too.
Come Gather
Returning to the Well
A bi-monthly circle for women ready to live as the fullest, most alive version of themselves. If something in you is already saying yes I would love to hear from you personally.