A first bleed circle for girls and their women.

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There is a flame that lives inside every girl,

a knowing, ancient and wordless,

that flickers quietly until it is witnessed.

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And once, long ago,

when that flame began to stir,

the women gathered.

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They didn't shame her.

They didn't warn her.

They circled her.

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With ash on their hands and songs in their throats,

they told her the truth:

You are not too much.

You are not to be silenced.

You are not alone.

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Her First Flame is a return to that moment.

A circle for girls who have crossed the threshold of their first bleed, surrounded by the women who hold them:

mothers, grandmothers, aunties, chosen kin.

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We come not with instructions,

but with presence.

Not with fear,

but with reverence.

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We gather to honour what our mothers could not give us.

To bless what our grandmothers were forced to hide.

To show our daughters that their becoming is not a burden

but a birthright.

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We light the fire.

We speak the names.

We begin again.

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Join the waitlist to be part of the next circle when the time calls your name.

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