Do you sense a wisdom in the pull of your pelvis that seems to trip you up when you reach a certain threshold?
Is there a knowing inn your bones that when silenced surfaces more as a curse than a blessing?
Do you have a power that threatens more than it beckons?
Are you the son of a witch who denied her wisdom, and so you find yourself enthralled by dangerous womyn?
Are you the lover of wounded womyn?
Or are you the one who can’t help but wander into wounding?

Often we need to feed the dead until they are rested, before we can grasp the power of our spirit inheritance.

We stand on shoulders of womyn who carried it all, through the colonial, the catholic, the crisis and the troubles.

Maybe a stitch was dropped a few rows back, it’s never too late to look back and pick up what has fallen, mends what has worn through, and carried the dropped threads back into the warp and the weft of creation.

The Wake House Vigils;
Waking the Wise Womyn-
€350 residential
€250 stay elsewhere or bring your own bed.