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When a woman enters this space — barefoot, unsure, trembling a little — something ancient moves. We begin with the elements: the breath, the fire, the water, the earth.

When we breathe consciously, we remember. We reconnect with the flow of life that has always held us. We soften the walls we’ve built to survive and allow the body to feel again.

We hold her in compassion until her breath steadies, until her body knows that safety isn’t something she must earn - it’s her birthright.

We don’t rush the process here.We listen. We breathe. We trust that what is ready will surface and what is not will wait until the soil is fertile.