Held in a beautiful village hall beneath the ancient beech trees and next to a magical stream in Hampshire, we will gather for a day of transformation in sacred ceremonial space.

This is a day of alchemy—a sacred space where we transform our truth to awaken our hearts and ignite our wild, creative fire.

Where the truth of who we are and where we’ve come from becomes not a burden, but a blessing.

Here, your journey is sacred. Your voice is medicine. Your body is wisdom.

Together, we gather in sisterhood to remember what has never been lost—

Your fire, your magic, your radiant, powerful, potent womanhood.

We root deeply into the Earth, into our wombs, into the raw truth that lives in our bones, dancing in the space where grief meets joy, where softness meets strength, and shame meets grace.

All of us is welcome here. The raw, the wild, the bad, the wrong, the ferocious, the scared, the quiet, all the parts we try to hide. They’re all welcome and can all be loved.

This is not just a space for release. It is a space for rebirth.

We move through the raw depths and rise with wild grace.

We laugh, cry, express, move, breathe, and awaken the alchemist within.

We heal in our capacity to acknowledge, accept, and own our stories without shame, held in the loving witness of one another.

When we choose radical honesty, when we dare to voice our raw truth, shame alchemises into passion, and pain becomes power.

We remember: our past can be transformed not only through tears, but through joy, lightness, and love.

This is a space of truth-telling, play, and reclamation.

A day to honour your path, activate your purpose, and reconnect with the fire of your heart.

May we all remember the wild, wise, worthy woman we already are.