An open grove · Southern Europe
Some spaces are not created.
They are remembered.
The Circle began as a quiet recognition.
Women gathering. Sitting close to the ground.
The body remembers before the mind understands.
There is no stage.
No hierarchy.
Only presence.
And slowly, something shifts.
Belonging begins to feel less like something we search for
and more like something we return to.
The Circle is part of that remembering.
Not something to join.
But something to step into.
Again and again.