The Temple of Belonging Bio-Regional Women's Gathering
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The Temple of Belonging is a four night, five day gathering for real-world women here in the Pacific Northwest!
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It’s not really a retreat, and it’s not a conference. It’s closer to a village that comes alive for a few days. A place where we share epic meals, learn from each other, cultivate deep ceremony, make things with our hands, rest when we need to, laugh our butts off and slowly remember what it feels like to belong somewhere that isn’t asking us to be anything other than exactly what we are.
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At the center of it is relationship. The kind that builds over shared meals, eye contact, that feeling of being seen, awkward moments, helping someone carry something, sitting next to a stranger who doesn’t feel like a stranger for very long.
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Belonging here doesn’t come from consuming an experience. It happens through being in it, sharing in the cultivation of it. Letting yourself be part of it. Letting it be a little imperfect and a little beautiful at the same time.
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The space itself is simple, cared for and intentionally created to create the best conditions we can for ease, beauty and belonging. Warm, a bit rustic, very alive. You can slow down here, listen to your body again, talk to people without needing to explain your whole life story or prove anything. You can just… be. And that, in this modern world, has proven to be a rare gift we can give ourselves.
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The days have a gentle rhythm. Workshops, skill sharing, crafts, movement, and plenty of open space to wander or do nothing at all. Some moments are deep and stirring, some are light and a little ridiculous in the best way. Evenings tend to gather us back together. Fire, songs, quiet conversations, and ceremonies to carry you into the dream realms.
What’s part of it:
• Workshops and offerings led by women from this region
• Skill sharing, crafts, and hands on learning
• Morning yoga, Qigong, and meditation
• Really good, nourishing meals made with care
• Spa and wellness offerings if you want them
• Evening songs, rituals, and fireside time
• A tea lounge for slowing down
• Kids Camp and spaces for families
• A Mama’s Den for extra support
• Simple, comfortable amenities
• Creek, forest trails, fresh air
• A women’s space held with care
• Women of all ages, walking all kinds of paths
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There’s no one way to be here.
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Mothers, daughters, elders, women without children, women in the middle of something, women who feel steady, women who feel like a mess, women who aren’t sure where they fit right now. All of it is welcome.
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What we’re really making together isn’t just the event - It’s a felt sense of belonging and kinship that makes a home in your body and heart again. The kind that follows you home in small ways. In how you speak a little more honestly. In the friendships that continue. In the way you remember that this kind of togetherness is actually possible.
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We believe women are the Hearth of Culture, and when we come together again in beauty and sweetness, we can begin to shift our whole story.
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If that speaks to you, you’re very welcome here.
What to expect:
4 nights camping
under the cedars
Women Centered Wisdom & Workshops
Ancestral Crafts
& Skill Building
Delicious, Nourishing & Organic Meals
Daily Movement & Meditation
Diverse Healing & Spa Services
Local Women's
Maker's Market
Intentional Ceremony & Ritual
The Temple of Belonging
The Temple of Belonging- from the witch tarot by Agni Sullins:
The Church of Fitting In is a tattered doctrine pedaling
the snake oil of self-improvement
it sustains its dying creed from your contortions
of worthiness bending for approval
twisting for appreciation
bowing and scraping in hopes of sanction
through the blood-art of performance
prettiness and productivity its prophets of profit
believe you are less than and grow rich from the spoils
of your complicit agreement
when you believe their creed, you'll purchase the diet
conceal the flaws tweeze the unwanted
shave the unsatisfying girdle your nature deny your deep joy sacrifice your pleasure on the altar of pleasing others
and suffer the guilt of every stolen freedom
in the unholy name of fitting in
you'll reject all that doesn't grant you access
to their idea of perfection
and purchase all that does what they don't profit from
there are no riches in belonging
except for the woman who is willing to embody it
The Temple of Belonging is golden
its hallowed ground welcomes you
as both priestess and crone
and adorns your shoulders with the robes
of benefactress and beneficiary
enter the covenant of your sovereignty
become your own sanctuary
drink from the chalice of self-worth
take communion with the internal
divine swallow it down like the seasons
and seeds of Persephone's fruit
give voice to the old songs
the ones that wolf and moon and forest still sing to
dance out of Eden feet drumming the wayback
wonder and chant the holy stories
the truth older than myth
that women are the holy grail
conceiving, conjuring, and delivering
every single human being on the planet
worship at the altar of your soul's deep content
like the moon-drunk curve of lily
the garnet skin of pomegranate
the ink spill arc of raven's wing
glorious in its unfolding precisely as it is
wild, whole, free and perfect in relation only to itself
kiss your curves like a prayer
anoint your fingers with honey from your own jar
spread wings and legs and heart in flowered benediction
become a disciple of inner devotion
resurrect the silver salvation of self-respect
believe in your self and your wild holy heart
like it's a sovereign religion
it is and the world needs more missionaries.
