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"I had the profound privilege of participating in ceremony and learning from Paige. As someone who has been holding women's circles for many moons and has been blessed with numerous teachers, I can confidently say that Paige stands among the best! Her ability to craft a safe space transcended mere safety; it became a sanctuary for profound healing, soulful connection, and deep self-discovery. Under Paige's guidance, I found myself delving into realms of my being that I had yet to explore. Her nurturing presence and soulful wisdom gently guided me along a transformative journey. Within the sacred container, she so skillfully crafted, I unearthed aspects of myself that had long been dormant, and I embraced them with newfound understanding and acceptance. Paige's ceremonies are more than just gatherings; they are portals to self-discovery and empowerment. I am deeply grateful for the opportunity to have learned from her and to have been embraced by the transformative energy of her sacred space. With Paige as a guide, I have embarked on a journey of deep self-awareness and growth, and for that, I am forever grateful!"

" In a world of overnight experts, Paige is the real deal. She is heartfelt, honest and genuine. She cares deeply about the lineages and practices she teaches, as well as about the women she is guiding. Though Paige holds deep knowledge, she is humble. And she embodies a beautiful gift of naturally reconnecting people to their own innate knowledge. I have so much love and respect for Paige!"

"Enter the Cavernous Gold. Where we dance the altars of womanly form in the shapes of joy, grief, sensuality, infinity. Each body the undulating pulse of a shared heartbeat; each slither, step, sway and sprint a story unfolding in primordial code. Imagination, will and breath. We plant, weave, incubate. We flow and ebb and rise and crest. We are birth. And we are death. We roll the tides of creation back into the void. We harvest and sift and strip and burn. We select for planting. Drums translate our prayers through the earthly and etheric networks. We call in what is needed, each voice an essential instrument in the chorus of our song. We hold each other as the womb-cave, the alchemical vessel into which we expunge our hurts and heartaches; resourced by the elements and our wills, transmuting into sweet, somatic medicine. Effortless poetry fills the air, courted by propolis smoke folding sunbeams and mystery into exquisite tapestry. Each human a facet expression of the everything. Sovereign and salacious, paradox weaving the balladry of bodies; a wordless language. Our radiance emerges upon the Great Mother, mud smeared and slippery, called forth by the song of the celestial King. We honor the fertile silence, blooming visions, catching dreams; in technicolor and tranquility; autonomous on tether of the golden thread. As above, so below… Enter the Cavernous Gold."