Transforming women’s sacred stories. Inviting yours.

Throwing Stones

A Braided Essay about Women and Silence and Shame

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This is what I want for you:

To experience yourself as whole, wise, and awe-inspiring.
Because you are.

To trust the knowing voice within that says, “You already know…”
Because you do.

To experience your story as one worth telling.
Because it is.

To walk through your days profoundly aware that you are not alone.
Because you are not, ever.

This I promise.

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