The Jungle of Sisterhood: Remembering Every Part of Me at Goddess Essence

I’m still smiling ear to ear from my recent retreat at Goddess Essence.

Not only because the teachings from my teachers were more incredible than ever (these women just keep deepening, like rivers that never run dry!). But because this time, what truly cracked me open were the raw transmissions beyond my teachers.

I was taught by my peers.
By my sisters.
By the jungle.
By the forgotten parts of me.

Sisterhood and brotherhood are not luxuries: they are mirrors that remind us who we are, especially when we forget.

In my sisters’ humour, I remembered my own.
In their sensual dances, my body vibrated awake.
In their playfulness, I felt how much more joy I long for.
In their motherly love, I touched decades-old grief… and the tenderness still alive in me.

Some of the most transformative moments were the stations of service and receiving. To hold women as if I were their mother. To be fed so lovingly and erotically. To be danced for. To be worshipped like a child again. In those moments, every goddess archetype coursed through me. The maiden, the mother, the lover, the queen.

Yes, insecurities rose. But in the mirror of sisterhood, even those were welcomed home.

The jungle itself mirrored me too.

Mama Bali, vast and resilient. Even the rubbish scattered on the forest floor became a teacher: stop fixating on one flaw, one shadow, one mistake… and keep loving the whole.

How often do I miss the fullness of a moment by narrowing my gaze to the one thing that isn’t what I expected?

What Goddess Essence gave me was a remembering:
That I am hilarious, sexy, wise, tender, fierce, embodied.
That sisterhood is a superpower.
That every piece of my sisters lives in me, and I get to adore them, and me.
That even the metaphorical rubbish belongs in the jungle of me, and deserves to be accepted, loved, even worshipped.

And here’s the question that keeps ringing in my heart:

For women: how are you nourishing sisterhood in your life?
For men: have you found brotherhood that holds you, challenges you, mirrors you back to yourself?

Because sisterhood and brotherhood are not luxuries. They are mirrors that remind us who we are, especially when we forget.

So I ask you gently: what part of you is waiting to be remembered in the circle of sisterhood or brotherhood? And how might your life change if you welcomed it in?

Much love,

K xx