They Killed Women: Remembering the Magic of the Feminine

My husband and I were in bed watching a show about witches. We started talking about the trials and how many women were persecuted. In that moment, he said, “There were so many witches who were killed.”

My response: No — they killed women.

Women who were stepping into their magic. Women who used herbs to heal, walked the Earth with reverence, helped others give birth, and guided their communities through cycles of death and rebirth. Women who flowed with the moon, tracked the stars, and honored the turning of the seasons. Women who sat in sacred circles, creating spaces of healing and remembrance. Women who dared to speak truth to power - who challenged the patriarchy, the “modern” world, and the disconnection from our own essence. Women who loved their bodies. Who felt desire. Who embodied passion.

They killed women. Mass amounts of women.

And the thing that aches me most - to the very core - is not the men who went after them, but the women who persecuted their own sisters.

Why? Why are we so cruel to each other? Not only then, but now.

The Modern Witch Wound

I recently hosted a women’s immersion event - a day of connection, healing, and remembrance. It was beautiful. But what I noticed most was how present this ancient wound still is.

We desire deep, heartfelt sisterhood, yet so many of us carry fear and conditioning that whisper:

"She isn’t safe.

”She’s your competition.

”She’ll use your vulnerability against you.”

This is the witch wound, the sister wound — the inherited fear that keeps us divided, small, and separate from our power.

Trusting My Tribe

A week before that event, I was in Austin, guiding a breathwork session. During the session, a message came through clearly: "Trust your tribe - they are rising to meet you.”

At first, I was confused. Do I not trust my tribe? Am I holding back?

Yes. I was.

When I returned home, that message still echoed in my chest. And then, life rearranged my plans. I found myself unexpectedly out of town the entire week before my event - the week I had planned to ground, connect, and prepare.

The next lesson came swiftly: surrender.

In a moment of humility and truth, I admitted to myself, I can’t do this alone. I reached out to several of my dearest women - some lifelong sisters, others newly in my orbit. My message was simple:

“I’m struggling. My event is this weekend. Please send a prayer, wrap me up in love, send some good energy my way.”

In that single act of honesty, I opened the door to receive. I felt the energetic shift -their love pouring in, surrounding me, holding me.

It didn’t take any doing. It took being. It took honesty. It took allowing myself to be nurtured by women.

This is what healthy female relationship looks like: love, compassion, honesty, care, and reciprocity.

“Your people are waiting for the opportunity to rise up and support you. And if they aren’t - they aren’t your people. And that’s okay.”

The Depth I Desire

I’m no longer available for surface-level friendship. I crave the depths.

I want to know you -really know you - and for you to know me. I want women who challenge me from love, not competition. Women who can hold my truth without fear. Women I can do life, business, and soul growth with.

The laughter and the tears. The wins and the losses. The messy middle.

Someone once told me,

“If they are for you, your energy won’t be confused about them.”

That is truth.

Gratitude for the Circle

I love women. I love female relationships. I love the tribe, the coven, the sister circle- whatever you call it.

Even through pain, betrayal, or endings, I believe with all my soul that we need each other.

I’m grateful for every woman who has stepped into sacred space with me. Some to teach me how I want to be. Some to mirror where I still need to grow. Some to show me what is and isn’t aligned.

I’m grateful to grieve the chapters that ended because that means there was love. And I’m grateful for the women who are here now, and those who are still on their way.

“I’ve danced inside the circle, of all that’s bad and good. What’s lost is found, what’s fierce is bound. Wherever it may bend, I’ll see you at the end.”