Somewhere there are people to whom we can speak with passion without having the words catch in our throats.
Somewhere a circle of hands will open to receive us, eyes will light up as we enter, voices will celebrate with us whenever we come into our own power.
Gathering circles mean strength that joins our strength to do the work that needs to be done.
Arms to hold us when we falter.
A circle of love, a circle of light, a circle of truth, a circle of healing power.
A circle in which we can be free.
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