This image keeps popping into my head: a group of women – all ages, colors and backgrounds – sitting around a kitchen table, drinking coffee or tea, with something simmering on the stove.
This image feels like a memory: a memory shared by all of us – given to us by our ancestors.
Can you see it? Can you feel the warmth of the kitchen, smell the delicious aromas rising from the stovetop, hear the melody of women’s voices rising and falling?
I can. In fact this image is so prevalent in my waking moments, and sometimes in my sleep, that I feel called to bring this vision into reality. I believe Mama Appalachia is asking me, asking us, to reconnect with each other in the way of our foremothers. To come together and share our food, our hearts and our wisdom.
If this image, if this vision, resonates with you, then please send me an email below. Share what arose in you as you read this invitation. What is tugging at your memory? How are you being asked to show up?
In service of the sacred,