We are the wild and weyward women,

The daughters and sisters of the earth,

The ones who feel the tug of old, wild ways within their blood

The witches,

The wise folk,

The medicine women,

Those who yearn for the old ways,

Those ready to reclaim their ancestral powers

Ancient voices stirring deep within the collective soul.

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We gather to remember,

We gather to celebrate one another and all we have not yet lost,

We gather to midwife a vision of a new world forward,

With the beating heart of the Great Mother beneath our feet

Calling us home

To belonging

To each other

To the pulse of our sacred hearts and wombs

To the wild songs of our ancestral lands

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Do you feel it? 

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The Sacred Sisterhood is calling you home.