And magic is done in song, in dance, in art, in the expression of this wild and sensitive female, strong and fragile, with laughter and tears from those who feel with an open heart what is to be experienced.
In this space out of time and eternal, we embrace homesickness for our innate brotherhood ... and raise our prayers to the Goddess, the Earth and the Moon ... Holy Mother of us all, enlighten the forgotten hearts of You ... Take the seed of the memory of this potent and fertile, joyful and creative union ... we are women and together we will color Life with the colors of love and friendship ... in our wombs the power of creation springs up ..
We are wolves, witches, priestesses, healers, artists ... The time has come to remember ... and experience ... Mother Earth calls her daughters