Circle Stories From The Heart

As many around the world celebrate Easter and the renewal of life, the foundation of the old unsustainable dream of the world is crumbling.  Indigenous peoples worldwide share a belief that our world is a reflection of our thoughts and actions, created through the power of our imagination. What would it be like if we

by Hope Jemimah Ogutu, Circle Member  ~ photo by Devon Peavoy @thiswildair I was in the forest singing an elemental song when I received the call to attend the Heart Flame Retreat at the Edge in February 2020. I was in the moment understanding that I was in the process of healing and reuniting dismembered pieces

by Courtney Sinclair, Circle Member  ~ photo by Courtney Sinclair On the verge of a new decade, a message from a wise and ancient dragon came forth in a writing exercise at the Edge as part of the Northern Intentions Retreat with Joshua Lewis and Trevor Corkum. As I was arriving at the retreat I

Guest Post by Sandra Atkinson, Retreat Attendee/Mentor & Circle Member  ~ The Rainbow Serpent Recently I have been recalling my trip to Uluru (Ayers Rock), a massive sandstone monolith in the heart of Australia that takes many hours to walk around while carrying 4 litres of water.   The whole area is sacred to indigenous

Guest Post by Cinzia Sarigu, Collective Circle Member It was December 2012, I was preparing for sacred travel and decided to pay a visit to the Oracle. “Do you have another question ?“ I was asked at the end of the reading. There was a question that lingered in the background, making me wonder if

by Martha Lucier, Founder & Circle Member We were recently visited by a wolf at the Edge, discovering tracks next to the unity wheel, around our main house, sauna and the new Dreamer’s Hill cabin at the top of the hill.  Following the tracks peaked our curiosity about why the wolf was coming around and

Guest Post by Deanna Fry, Circle Member & Mentor ~ Marjorie Ursula Emma Beaver (Cedar Woman) & Deanna Fry (Blue Cedar Woman) I have loved trees and being in the forest for as long as I know.  They are part of my earliest and most poignant family memories. I remember walking beside my little brother’s stroller,