Red Tent Women’s Circles

Monthly Gathering: 7:00 – 10:00 PM

Next Event: Friday, July 17th

For more info and to register for the next event, click here.

Are you a “too much” woman? (poem below)

If so, you’re in the right place!

In ancient times women would gather monthly in the Red Tent. Before artificial lighting and birth control, our bodies’ cycles were in sync and we bled with the dark moon.

But today, the majority of us are completely disconnected from our cyclical nature and doing our best to just keep our heads above water.

Ladies, we are entering into a new paradigm that is challenging us to embrace all the gifts that is WOMAN. We must step into our power to help steward the dawn of a new age.

But we don’t have to do it alone. Profound strength and wisdom can be shared and cultivated when we gather.

Join Aubrey Warren monthly in 2020 as she shares the tools for getting in tune with your body and nurturing the Divine Feminine waking up in all of us.

Wear comfy clothes. Bring a journal, pen, and an open heart! Perhaps widen the circle by bringing another woman!

Our generic schedule: Schedule:
➡️ 7 PM | Opening Circle & Embodied Time Management Review
➡️ 8 PM | Dance It Out, a therapeutic conscious dance practice (this portion may shift monthly)
➡️ 9 PM | Closing Circle
➡️ 9:30 PM | Wisdom Sharing & Community Building, tea & snacks. Get grounded before driving home. (PS – we would LOVE if YOU brought a munchie. Sharing with your friends facilitates communal bonding! 😘)
Suggested Love Offering: $20

Register HERE

Where does your donation go?

To our Keller Yoga school out-reach program!

All the money we collectively raise, goes straight back to our kids. It’s our mission at Keller Yoga to be a beacon of love, light, evolution and expansion within our community. And there is no better way to change the world than to instill our children with yogic tools that will empower them throughout their lives.

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The Too Much Woman
by Ev’Yan Whitney

There she is. . . the “too much” woman. The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much.

There she is taking up too much space, with her laughter, her curves, her honesty, her sexuality. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of the room. Too much space she takes.

There she is causing a ruckus with her persistent wanting, too much wanting. She desires a lot, wants everything—too much happiness, too much alone time, too much pleasure. She’ll go through brimstone, murky river, and hellfire to get it. She’ll risk all to quell the longings of her heart and body. This makes her dangerous.

She is dangerous.

And there she goes, that “too much” woman, making people think too much, feel too much, swoon too much. She with her authentic prose and a self-assuredness in the way she carries herself. She with her belly laughs and her insatiable appetite and her proneness to fiery passion. All eyes on her, thinking she’s hot shit.

Oh, that “too much” woman. . . too loud, too vibrant, too honest, too emotional, too smart, too intense, too pretty, too difficult, too sensitive, too wild, too intimidating, too successful, too fat, too strong, too political, too joyous, too needy—too much.

She should simmer down a bit, be taken down a couple notches. Someone should put her back in a more respectable place. Someone should tell her.

Here I am. . . the Too Much Woman, with my too-tender heart and my too-much emotions.

A hedonist, feminist, pleasure seeker, empath. I want a lot—justice, sincerity, spaciousness, ease, intimacy, actualization, respect, to be seen, to be understood, your undivided attention, and all of your promises to be kept.

I’ve been called high maintenance because I want what I want, and intimidating because of the space I occupy. I’ve been called selfish because I am self-loving. I’ve been called a witch because I know how to heal myself.

And still. . . I rise. Still, I want and feel and ask and risk and take up space.

I must.

Us Too Much Women have been facing extermination for centuries—we are so afraid of her, terrified of her big presence, of the way she commands respect and wields the truth of her feelings. We’ve been trying to stifle the Too Much Woman for ions—in our sisters, in our wives, in our daughters. And even now, even today, we shame the Too Much Woman for her bigness, for her wanting, for her passionate nature.

And still. . . she thrives.

If you’ve ever been called “too much,” or “overly emotional,” or “bitchy,” or “stuck up,” you are likely a Too Much Woman. And if you are. . . I implore you to embrace all that you are—all of your depth, all of your vastness; to not hold yourself in, and to never abandon yourself, your bigness, your radiance.

Forget everything you’ve heard—your too much-ness is a gift; oh yes, one that can heal, incite, liberate, and cut straight to the heart of things.

Do not be afraid of this gift, and let no one shy you away from it. Your too much-ness is magic, is medicine. It can change the world.

So please, Too Much Woman: Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be. Make your waves, fan your flames, give us chills.

Please, rise.
We need you.

— Ev’Yan Whitney