Welcome,
Beautiful souls.
Thank you for being here.
Going to invite you to hold your cacao gently against your heart.
Feeling its warmth resting against your chest.
Closing your eyes and taking a nice slow nourishing breath in.
And a long,
Gentle breath out.
And again in.
.
.
And out.
Once more,
Allowing your breath to soften your shoulders.
Soften your jaw.
Soften your body.
As you arrive here.
Beautiful Goddess,
Walk beside us as we open our hearts.
Guide my words and steady my spirit,
And let this gathering be filled with kindness,
Wisdom and grace.
May your light shine gently within each of us,
A quiet flame that cannot be dimmed.
And as we journey inward today.
May we have the courage to meet every part of ourselves with honesty and compassion.
May love be our compass.
Peace be our path.
And self-acceptance be the gift we carry home.
May the universe wrap our circle with love and light as we come together here.
May we feel supported,
Held and safe to meet ourselves exactly as we are.
Breathing in that beautiful energy.
Breathing in that beautiful white light.
Feeling it wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
Breathing it into your hearts.
Feeling us coming here together.
Connected and protected.
Feeling the warmth of cacao against your heart.
And with gratitude we honour Mama Kakao and this sacred medicine that she offers us.
Mama Cacao,
Heart so wide,
We embrace you here as our guide.
From seed to tree,
From hand to cup,
We honour all who lifted you up.
From the families and farmers' faithful toil,
To their ancestors and the ancient soil.
We thank each soul who's walked your way and offer blessings here today.
Earth below and sky above.
We call you in with deepest love.
Air that whispers,
Fire that glows,
Water to cleanse and roots to grow.
Mother Gaia,
Soul of all,
We hear your pulse,
We feel your call.
You stir the magic in our bones,
In forest deep and ancient stones.
With our familiars,
Our kin so true,
We walk this path with all of you.
The snake that sheds,
The crow that cries,
The wolf that howls beneath the skies.
We welcome our ancestors who walk unseen in the hush of in-between.
Our guides and guardians,
Old and wise,
We greet you now with open eyes.
We honour lessons,
Mild and tough,
The winding road both smooth and rough.
We bless the dark,
We bless the light.
We live by day and love by night.
For we are witches,
Wild and wise,
With stars and roots behind our eyes.
We feel the moon,
We hug the trees.
Shine with the sun and we sing the seas.
And with this brew we now align our hearts as one,
Yours and mine.
So let us drink and let us be a circle strong,
Alive and free.
Blessed Be.
And tonight,
We're going to take our first three sips together.
3.
Intentional Sips three invitations to connect deeper within.
As we connect with the archetypes of the maiden,
The mother and the crone.
Now first,
Sit together.
Is in honour of the maiden.
She's the beginning of the cycle,
Represented by a waxing moon.
She's innocent.
Young.
A free spirit who is finding her way.
Expressing herself in this new world with an open heart full of fun and wonder.
And as we sit.
May we feel the playful energy of the maiden.
As that first sip enters your body,
Breathe it in and imagine the maiden under the waxing moon calling to you.
Asking you.
Who were you before the world told you who you should be?
What still stirs excitement inside of you?
Where in your life do you long to begin again?
Feel the maiden energy.
Embrace its magic.
As you say to yourself.
I am allowed to want.
I am allowed to dream.
I am allowed to begin again.
Breathing that maiden,
Playful energy into your heart.
With our second,
Sip together.
This is in honour of the mother.
The warm,
Nurturing,
Loving and protective maternal figure.
She cares for others.
She always has a warm,
Supportive hug.
She is represented by the full moon,
Embodying hope and deep love.
And as you sip,
May you feel the loving energy of the mother.
As you breathe in the energy of that sip.
Imagine the mother energy in front of you with arms wide,
An unconditional hug.
She's lit by the glow of the full moon.
She is a safe place that feels like home.
As you embrace the mother energy,
She softly asks.
Where have you been giving too much?
What in you is asking to be nourished.
Breathing into that mother energy as you say to yourself I do not have to carry it all alone.
I am worthy of my own love.
I can rest so I don't break.
Feeling that love from the mother,
Breathing it into your heart.
With our thirds sit together.
This is in honour of the Crone.
The old and wise,
Cheeky and wild.
The one who has lived,
Loved and lost.
She knows how to listen to the whispers.
And like the waning moon that she represents.
She is the cycle ending.
As you sip to thinking like the crone.
As you breathe into that energy.
Imagine the crone before you.
With eyes that have seen lifetimes.
She's aged and wrinkled,
Full of truth and wild wisdom.
And in the soft glow of the waning moon,
She calmly and quietly asks you,
What is done,
That you are still clinging onto.
What are you ready to stop pretending about?
Breathing into the energy of the crone.
As you say to yourself.
I no longer need permission to be real.
And no longer need permission to shrink.
I no longer need to carry what has expired.
Breathing in that crown energy.
These archaeotypes.
The strong feminine power from the maiden,
The mother and the crone.
They live within you.
You are not just one,
You are all of them.
The Maiden lives in your desires.
The mother lives in your heart.
The Crone lives in your bones.
And as you continue to sip your cacao.
Connecting in with the energies of she who begins,
She who holds,
She who knows.
New beginnings,
A cycle starts.
You a waxing moon with open hearts the young maiden wild and free Beautiful and innocent as can be The cycles of life transform and guide Maiden mother crone by our side Feminine power,
Pure and strong A circle unbroken We all belong Mmm.
Wheel turns now into mother,
Nurturing us like no other,
Safe and warm in her embrace.
A full moon glows upon this space The cycles of life transform and guide Maiden mother crone by our side Feminine power,
Pure and strong A circle unbroken We all belong Shifting tides,
A moon now waning Aged and wise,
The crone is reigning Her ancestral whispers are clear The end of the cycle draws near the cycles of life transform and guide maiden mother grown by our side feminine power pure and strong a circle unbroken We all belong Triple goddess,
Moon of three With open hearts we say Blessed be Feel the energy weaving through you.
Not as ages,
But as medicine.
The medicine of the maiden.
The medicine of the mother,
The medicine of the crone.
You carry them in your breath,
In your heart,
In your spine.
I invite you to place one hand over your heart.
As you whisper to yourself.
I honour my becoming.
I honor my knowing.
I honour my cycles.
I honor my whole self.
And you carry the maiden in your breath.
May you carry the Mother in your heart.
May you carry the Crone in your spine.
Thank you,
And blessed be.
