HONEYCOMB : 13 Moons

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Alveiries are containers of wisdom. Bees will only live in ultimate containers that hold their wild wisdom. They can not be domesticated. 

How can you become the ultimate container of wisdom to welcome the wise, sacred creatures, the knowledge, your magic ?

Bees are the essence of what brings this world together, they are attuned to the innate cycles that existing in nature and within us, they teach us how to be in reciprocity, honey as a metaphor for ancient wisdom, and the hive is symbolic of the womb, pelvic bowl and how women tend the community.

Honeycomb is a 13-moon woman’s ceremony to share teachings that I have personally been working with for over a decade as a pathway to self-exploration and coming into kinship with this beautiful life.

As seasons change, they call us back to the initiations that have always required torch bearers. Retrieving the roots of old wisdom and merging it with the illuminations of life.

This will be 1 full year of pollinating personal discovery and transformation, weaving the oral teachings, sacred medicines and  plantcestors, rituals, the elements, the directions, initiations through the gates, wisdom of the bees, and a space of cohesive community space. 

 It is a personal pilgrimage through the sacred spiral that will hold, support and be a witness as we come into deeper relationship with ourselves. Slow medicine, like building honeycomb and a drip of honey. Deep medicine, like nectar being transformed into nourishment, as we descent into ourselves, what we are becoming and learning the intimacy of the way of who we are.  This type of personal growth requires courage and deep trust as it is a call to be vulnerable with one another and reclaim our wise woman.  This is an invitation to step deeper into your purpose, ultimately birth yourself within, to become the sacred witness within…and from that place of fully seeing and being seen, feel ready to truly be the soft empowered queen bee in your own unique wise way. 

This path is neither quick nor easy, it is not what you think it is, it is what lives underground in the mycelium.  It is not what the mind thinks; it is what your hearts know. 

This path is slow medicine, rich medicine, and remembrance.  This is the fabric, the honeycomb, the dance with the spirit that animates this life.

What are you healing for those you love that haven’t arrive yet? 

What will be part of the legend you are leaving behind?

What are you read to birth?