Come, wild one.

Barefoot. Unarmored.

The air is heavy with the scent of rain and something ancient rumbles.

A night where art becomes incantation,
music becomes medicine,
and sisterhood becomes the storm that tears the sky open.

 

We gather as echoes of a lineage too vast to name.
Daughters of fire and flood, of drum and blood,
called home to remember what was stolen
and to sing it back into being.

This is a resurrection.
A spell cast in rhythm and color.
A living altar of all the women who would not stay silent.
Every brushstroke, every song, every heartbeat is a prayer
to the wild divine within us all. Each ticket is a seed,  keeping Wild Woman Weekend at Wolf Run Wildlife & Spiritual Sanctuary, open for every woman who needs a place to fall apart, remember, and rise. Every dollar, every offering, is a promise to grow this movement, to birth our nonprofit, to keep the candles burning, for workshops, circles, and gatherings where the soul is not only seen, it is celebrated.

 

On this night, expect the air to crackle. Voices will rise raw, radiant & reverent.
 

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We are calling in the visionaries and co-conspirators —
the painters, poets, singers, drummers, body artists, dreamers, and those who move the unseen. Those who know that beauty is a weapon and creation is revolution. If you have hands that create, a voice that trembles the veil, a heart that beats to the rhythm of the storm, you are already part of the magic.

 

Come as you are.
Bring your courage, your grief, your song.
We’ll weave it into something holy.

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Together, we are the storm and the song.
Together, we are the spell and the rising.
Together, we turn the world inside out —
feral, luminous, ungovernable, and free.