There are moments in life when the veil thins—when something ancient, powerful, and unmistakably feminine rises between women gathered in honesty and devotion. Our recent sisterhood event, On Meeting With the Goddesses, was one of those rare moments. It felt as though the moment we stepped into that circle, an unseen presence began to weave herself among us. Not one goddess, not one lineage, not one tradition—but the Divine Feminine in all her faces.

There is a power that awakens when women gather intentionally. It is quiet at first, like a breath, a tremor in the air. But as we speak, share, cry, hold, and witness one another, that power begins to pulse through the room. We felt it—an ancient remembering, a returning to something the world often forgets,  yet every woman carries in her bones. This is the magic of ritual. This is the medicine of ceremony.

As we lit the candles and spoke their names—Kali, Durga, Hekate, Lilith, Isis, Ereshkigal, Inanna, Mary Magdalene, Medusa, Chinnamasta, Dhumavati, Bhumi Devi—we called across time and lineage. We summoned not only mythic archetypes, but qualities within ourselves waiting to be claimed.

Kali’s fearless clarity.
Durga’s unshakeable protection.
Hekate’s torch of intuition.
Lilith’s unapologetic freedom.
Isis’s healing embrace.
Ereshkigal’s descent into shadow.
Inanna’s sovereign strength.
Mary Magdalene’s devotion and compassion.
Medusa’s wild justice.
Chinnamasta’s radical self-liberation.
Dhumavati’s wisdom beyond forms.
Bhumi Devi’s unconditional grounding love.

There is something extraordinary about invoking them together. Goddesses from different lands, different epochs, different spiritual worlds—and yet, their message echoes the same ancient truth:
Empowerment through love, through compassion, through remembering who we are beneath conditioning, fear, and silence.

In that space, we felt them.
Not as distant deities, but as intimate presences—archetypal currents that moved through us, stirred our voices, softened our hearts, and strengthened our spines. It was as if each woman became a vessel for a different facet of the Great Feminine, and together we created a tapestry of qualities—fierce, tender, wise, wild, grieving, reborn.

Ceremony has a way of dissolving what separates us.
The boundaries between one woman and another blur, and we become mirrors, each reflecting a different truth the others need to see. And in that reflection, something shifts. Something heals. Something unlocks.

We sang their songs, our voices rising like threads of invocation. We walked their paths—some familiar, some newly discovered—feeling the old stories come alive not as mythology but as lived experience. Each goddess became a doorway: into our own power, our own vulnerability, our own inner knowing.

And within that liminal space—between the seen and unseen, between earth and spirit—the wisdom flowed. There were no grand revelations shouted from the heavens. Instead, the teachings arrived like warm hands on the back, like a whisper in the ear, like a knowing in the heart: You are not alone. You come from a lineage of women who survived, who created, who healed, who dared. Their strength is your strength. Their love is your love.

This is the gift of ritual. It gives shape to what cannot otherwise be spoken. It offers a container where the sacred can be felt, honored, and embodied. When we gather with intention, we awaken memory—ancestral, intuitive, soulful memory.

And this gathering reminded us of something essential:
It is our birthright to gather.
To sit in circle.
To call upon our guides.
To remember the feminine wisdom that has been carried through story, song, myth, and blood.

The goddesses did not come because we summoned them.
They came because we opened the door.
Because we remembered to listen.
Because together, we became a space where the Divine Feminine could breathe again.

And she did—through our voices, through our tears, through our laughter, through the warmth of our connected hearts.

In the end, the greatest revelation was simple:
She is not outside us. She is what moves between us.

The Divine Feminine is the thread that binds women across generations, cultures, and lifetimes. She lives in the way we show up for one another. She appears when we gather in truth. She rises when one woman chooses love over fear, compassion over judgment, empowerment over silence.

And in our circle, for one sacred evening, we met her—
in all her faces,
in all her power,
in all her grace.

Hari Om Tat Sat