The Goddess Circle: Where Women Remember Who They Are

The first time I held a Goddess Circle at Tiyara, something inside me shifted.

I remember sitting there, the soft glow of candles flickering between us, the warmth of tea in our hands, the quiet hum of breath settling into presence.

And I thought to myself,

“How have I not done this before?”

How had I gone so long without this?

Gathering with women to simply to be in the presence of each other.

Without the space to soften into each other, to dissolve the tension we carry, to be fully seen in the raw, unfiltered truth of our hearts.

Because this is the most natural thing in the world for women.

And yet, somehow, we have forgotten.

𓂀 The Lost Art of Feminine Gathering

For centuries, women have met like this.

𓆸 Sitting in circles, pouring into each other.

𓆸 Witnessing, without judgment.

𓆸 Holding space for the full spectrum of our being—our grief, our radiance, our untamed joy.

This is not new.

This is ancient.

This is sacred.

And yet, somewhere along the way, we became disconnected.

𓂀 We were told to compete, not uplift.

𓂀 We were told to guard, not open.

𓂀 We were told that our softness, our emotions, our desire to be seen by other women was somehow weak.

But when women gather in presence, when we drop the masks, when we allow our raw and tender selves to rise, we truly remember the way of the feminine.

Because this is where we heal.

Not alone. Not in isolation.

But in the arms, the laughter, the tears, the eyes of women who remind us, “You are not alone in this.”

𓆸 The Power of Being Witnessed

In the Goddess Circle, something magical happens.

A woman shares her truth—perhaps for the first time.

Her voice shakes. Her body resists.

But she speaks.

And in that moment, she is not judged.

She is not told to shrink or to fix or to quiet herself down.

She is held. She is seen.

She is met with the soft nods, the tear-filled eyes, the knowing hands that say, ‘I have felt this too.’

And suddenly, her burden is not hers alone.

Suddenly, she realizes that the things she thought made her unlovable, unworthy, unseen…

Are the very things that connect her to every woman in the circle.

And this is what opens the heart.

𓂀 This is what reminds us that we are not separate. We are rising together.

𓆸 The Invitation: Enter the Goddess Circle

If you have never experienced this before—if you have spent your life carrying your burdens alone, believing you must figure it all out by yourself—I invite you to step inside.

𓆸 Come and sit with us.

𓆸 Let yourself be held in the presence of women who see you.

𓆸 Let your heart remember what it feels like to be surrounded by feminine energy that uplifts, softens, and nourishes.

Because inside the Temple of Grace there is a Goddess Circle, a sacred feminine space where:

𓂀 You do not have to hold it all alone.

𓂀 You do not have to prove yourself to belong.

𓂀 You get to be witnessed. You get to be loved. You get to rise.

The doors are open.

The circle is waiting.

And we would love to see you inside. ✦