

Maidens on The Holyland!
I remember being a maiden of 12 and starting my first wimyn’s circle. For decades now, maidens have been gathering on the Holyland to find the tribe of their belonging. We feast, frolic, make priestess capes and goddess garlands. We play in the creek, swing on swings, howl at the moon and run wild. We light up the tipi, rub feet, enjoy a yoni steam and talk about being the powerful creatures who bleed and do not die. We laugh and learn and find a way to express fears and sorr