The Sacred Cave: Bathing in The Sacred Waters of Adar/pisces💧

Yesterday, 12 women stepped into The Sacred Cave, a space woven with holy oils and waters, Aramaic chants and the deep knowing that we had gathered for something ancient and necessary. In honor of the month of Adar—the Kabbalistic mystical month of Pisces—we turned our attention to the waters of creation—both within and without. We anointed ourselves as vessels of flow, transformation and renewal, honoring the tides that shape existence. In a world that feels more uncertain by the day, we chose to root ourselves in what is eternal: breath, body and the wisdom carried in our cells.

We moved as the waters move, until our bodies softened into remembrance. We walked into the ocean, alongside the Magdalene, adorned in all the shades of the seas, reminding us that we too are made of salt and water, of depths and waves of (e)motion. We chanted words of creation, the elements—and welcomed in the void that births everything, of the vast cosmic womb of existence that holds us as the portal between the seen and unseen, the known and unknown. Each woman poured her wishes, her dreams, her sorrows and her love into the vessel of consecrated water, and together, we reflected, bore witness and held space for both the beauty and the ache of being—and becoming.

We are each 70% water, yet how often do we forget to trust our own flow? Adar teaches us to surrender to the divine waters, to embrace both the dissolution and the dream of creation. In this sacred gathering, we reclaimed our ability to move with change instead of against it. We allowed ourselves to be cleansed—by our own tears, by the shared laughter that rippled through the room, by the simple, yet sometimes terrifying, act of being seen. No judgment, no fixing, no forcing; just pure presence, breath and remembrance. 

As we stepped out of the Cave and back into the world, may we carry these waters with us—inside our bones, our hearts and the ways we will continue to show up for ourselves and one another. These times may be uncertain, but our connection is not. 

The breath remains. The waters flow. And together, we remember how powerful we are when we gather in sacred space.