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Explore your own wisdom, creativity, and power.

We welcome you to our Gathering and into our circle.​​

The Gulf Coast Grandmothers is a collective of women of all ages, faiths and spiritual practices who embrace the archetype of the wise Grandmother.  We gather yearly to reflect, rejoice and renew our spirit together, embodying unconditional acceptance, and exploring and fulfilling the ancient prophecy:


“When the Grandmothers speak, the earth will heal.”

Our Annual Gathering

Each year, women of all ages gather together to reflect and renew spirit. To learn, listen, and laugh. Becoming inspired, we embark from each Gathering more whole and empowered.

We invite you to sit in circle with us, where together we will experience the personal yet universal essence of the Sacred Feminine in ourselves, each other, and in the world. 


"The Sacred Feminine is the loving, nurturing power in nature that fosters growth throughout creation and which we can connect with directly by connecting with the caring love in our hearts."

Rhonda Gaughan

"May all that I do today contribute to the healing of the world, and may my heart be open enough to allow the world to contribute to my healing." 



Written by Oriah Mountain Dreamer, an author, mystic and group facilitator in Toronto

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon . . .I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it; I want to know if you can be with JOY, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being a human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “YES!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

​It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It  doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

An Invitation
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