
A Queen State of Mind
When I was a girl I often imagined myself as a queen. I would come down the stairs from our 4th-floor apartment In Jerusalem feeling
When I was a girl I often imagined myself as a queen. I would come down the stairs from our 4th-floor apartment In Jerusalem feeling
Women in high positions (CEOs, judges, therapists) get up every morning, look in the mirror, and judge themselves. Rich or poor, professionals or working class,
Most women have never heard the term “Womb-Heart”… I was honored and delighted to respond to Mare Cromwell’s call to participate, alongside international Wisdom Keepers,
It’s Time to make our Womb Visible! We Each have a Unique Womb Print! In the same way that our finger-prints, our foot-prints, and our
Our Womb is Not a Foreign Language! Living with a Womb is a Cyclical Journey by Design! We can’t understand our Womb by reading it
You don’t need to go out. You don’t need to create a space. There is Nothing to DO! The Red Tent is Inside you!Close your eyes…
A treasure of stories from an Ethiopian living tradition of the Women’s House with Aveva Bat Mahari. Hebrew with English Subtitles How was it to
“Grandma, I don’t remember what it’s like in the Red Tent…” At age 5 or 6 you only vaguely remember your sister’s Coming of Age
– “Why can’t I go to the Red Tent too? Why can Mayra and Shelly go, and not me? It’s not fair!” At 5 or
“I wonder when Grandma will tell me about the Magic of the Moon, like she promised” you ask yourself. At 5 or 6 years of