This is a circle. A softening.
A return to rhythm. A hearth for the tender and the true.
We gather not to fix, but to feel.
Not to perform, but to remember.
Not to chase clarity, but to befriend complexity.
Come as you are. Leave with less armour.

This is a circle. A softening.
A return to rhythm. A hearth for the tender and the true.
We gather not to fix, but to feel.
Not to perform, but to remember.
Not to chase clarity, but to befriend complexity.
Come as you are. Leave with less armour.