My whole life I ached for something I didn’t know existed. I had visions of living with women and sharing beautiful meals together. I longed to hear the songs of the trees while holding a sister’s hand and knowing she could hear them too. I saw us swimming in streams, wandering the forest, and singing around a fire. I could see hundreds of women standing firm in a circle with piercing eyes and wide open hearts, vowing to step into their greatness. Resolute to heal their corner of the world.

The Power. The Beauty. The Holiness.

I knew it in my bones, and yet I had never experienced it.

I realized — I remembered it.

I remembered living in the Temple. I remembered the joy of being with women in a sacred container. I remembered the ceremony, the communion with the land, the singing, the dancing, and the wildness.

When I close my eyes and go to this place, it feels like a Reunion.

A Reunion with our true selves.

A Reunion with the Land.

A Reunion with women from this community we have never had the pleasure of hugging.

Most importantly, a Reunion of Sacred Women who have been in hiding for lifetimes.

We are bringing back the Temple.