Let’s open a space for celebrating: deep, warm and true.
Not shiny, not shallow, but organic and real.
A feast where both grief and gratitude are on the menu. Shaky legs as well as strong arms are welcome at the table. Tears and laughter to fill our glasses.
Entering through the fast-growing cracks in ‘civilised’, we venture into the wilderness to dance, move, breathe, and let our voices ring out for truth and love: this is the time to celebrate everything.
Note: this is an in-person workshop. We’ll follow the current guidelines at the time. Crossed fingers it can happen