There is a time in our lives that we are each called to the threshold. A time when the tension between who we have always been and who we are being called to become applies so much pressure to our field that we surrender to the call of the mystery. In these precious moments, much like the mythological figures who have walked before us, we are pulled into soul time, into Kairos,

and we are asked to leave behind the world as we knew it. There is a life force surrounding us that requires our deep trust in its benevolence. In this trust we are able to come into a deep soul initiatory path of reckoning. This is a path to liberation. Liberation from ideals, stories, concepts and wounds that we have carried for generations, for millennia. We can give ourselves the opportunity to be more than just an echo of our ancestors' cries.

These invitations can feel like descending into the underworld, dissolving into the void. And it is no accident that we answer this call from the land of County Wicklow, known to some as the Garden of Ireland and yet holding something far older and wilder than that name can contain. These are glacial

valleys that drop suddenly into shadow. Mist that moves across ancient granite mountains as though the land itself is breathing. Rivers that run cold and clear through bog and heather and oak. This is a land that has held centuries of rebellion and refuge, of grief and extraordinary beauty. The Irish

speak of places like this as being between the worlds, that thin and luminous place where what is seen and what is felt have not yet been separated from one another.

The Irish goddess Étaín walked a descent much like the one we are tracing together. Her story, like that of Persephone drawn down into the dark, is not a story of punishment. It is a story of initiation. Of the dissolution that must happen before a more essential self can be born. The Otherworld in Irish mythology is not the realm of the dead. It is the realm of the unresolved, the unnamed, the soul's unfinished business. And like Étaín, like Persephone, we do not descend to suffer. We descend to retrieve what has been waiting for us in the places we have not yet been willing to face. In this week-long ceremonial space we move into the ritual of undoing what has been done in fear. We move into the ritual space of reverence for what we may have taken for granted. We dive into

deep connection with a land that holds deep grief and yet profound love and gratitude, just like our own bodies. We will dance together, cry together, play together, release together and meet the true face of our inner selves. This is not easy work. It is humbling work. The expectation is not of joy and ecstasy but of grounded relationship to current reality. It is a place to truly open our eyes and our ears to the world around us. To find our true voices and perspectives. To be moved by life and to allow life to move through us.

Day One: The First Gate

We arrive into County Wicklow and into the presence of one another. The lodge temple space opens. The first council circle begins. As evening falls, the fire is lit for the first time and we name the agreements that will hold us for the seven days ahead.

Day Two: The Personal Descent

We enter grief work today, as an honest reckoning with what is beneath the surface of our personality. We begin to ask what the body has been holding in silence and for how long. What grief has been managed rather than met? We move over, across, and back from threshold to resolve. There will be celebration of what has moved, and fire. Feel free to bring drums, rattles, and any

creative instruments of artistic expression for the processing you will encounter this week.

Day Three: The Ancestral Field

The personal wound gives us an opportunity to meet the collective well of grief. We will move into collective prayer this day. We begin to locate, in the body and in honest council, what belongs to us and what we have been carrying for others across generations. This is a day for circling, creating through art and expression, working with archetypes, shadow and parts.

Day 4 & 5 : Sacred Mirrors

Sacred Mirrors asks us to descend into the spaces where our own grief and shadow meet the larger currents of the collective — the disconnection, the distortion, the flattening of our humanity into a single acceptable shape. We feel into the ways we have been limited, gendered, racialized, and segregated by expectations that were never truly ours to begin with. This is an encounter with the void. Not emptiness, but depth. The place where what has been unspoken across cultures and generations and bodies finally finds a room to sit in.

Day Six: Integration & Self Inquiry

A half day of noble silence, connection to land, self inquiry and contemplation of harvesting what you have brought back from the descent. No one can accompany you into this. This is the moment the

journey becomes irreducibly your own. What you bring back becomes your offering to the final ceremony that evening, and the integration council receives it all.

Day Seven: The Return

Étaín remembers her true name. Persephone walks back through the gate carrying the seeds of the underworld in her hands. This final day belongs to celebration, to naming what has shifted, to the closing of the fire.

Day 8: Preparation for Departure of The Land

We share a long morning meal together that marks our return to the world above. We leave this land, possibly, more essentially, undeniably, ourselves.