Welcome to Divine Feminine Sacred Circle

Our Story

How It Begun

It was an ordinary evening as I headed to my weekly drumming session, a rhythm I’d grown fond of for its grounding energy. I knocked on the door, expecting the usual sounds of laughter and preparation, but instead, she answered. Her presence was striking—silver hair interwoven with streaks of black, a testament to the youth she’d left behind but also to the wisdom she now embodied. She had an undeniable beauty, not one of flash or pretense, but of calm strength. There was a quiet power in her that dared to challenge the world—not with grand gestures, but with simple words and simple ways. She was the sister of our host, a visitor to the lighthouse where our circle usually gathered.

However, that evening, without my knowledge, the drumming circle had been canceled. I’d arrived expecting the familiar beat of drums, only to face the prospect of the usual pre-session chatter. It’s not that I shy away from politeness or social norms, but I’ve always had a deep aversion to those surface-level conversations that often fill the time before the drums begin. As I stood there, grappling with disappointment, I thought, Oh, thank God. I don’t feel like engaging in the usual meaningless chatter today.

She must have sensed my unease because she smiled and said something that lingered in my mind: “Well, maybe this is what was supposed to happen.”

We sat across from each other, and what started as polite conversation quickly transformed into something deeper. We talked about life, about meaning, and about the things we often leave unspoken. Another friend arrived late, unaware that the drumming circle had been canceled, but she was soon drawn in by the depth of our conversation. Before long, she, too, began sharing things that weren’t in her nature to disclose—vulnerabilities, fears, and personal truths. In that moment, something shifted, as if an invisible door had opened.

The idea of creating a sacred space for women—a place where we could share, support, and be unapologetically ourselves—took root that night. It wasn’t planned, but it felt inevitable, as though it had been waiting for the right moment to emerge.

Months later, that seed of an idea has blossomed into the Divine Feminine Sacred Circle – Satsang. Every other week, we gather, led by the graceful and wise silver-haired woman who has become the heart of our group. She has turned her passion for creating connection into a mission, carrying it beyond our circle and into the broader community, seeking to inspire change and offer solace wherever it’s needed.

Our gatherings are unlike anything else. There is no rigid agenda, no forced structure—just a flow of energy that guides us. We meditate, journal, discuss, listen, and support each other. We give advice when it’s needed and simply offer presence when it’s not. Sometimes we hug, sometimes we cry, and sometimes we dance, letting the rhythm of life move through us. There is power in just being—in the inclusivity and unwavering support of the circle.

I never miss a session. Life, with all its stresses and hurdles, often leaves me drained, but these gatherings are a lifeline. They give me strength and motivation when I feel I have none. In the circle, we are not alone; we are part of something greater—a sisterhood bound by shared experiences, sacred trust, and the courage to be vulnerable.

The Divine Feminine Sacred Circle – Satsang has become more than just a gathering; it’s a sanctuary, a source of empowerment, and a reminder that in our shared humanity, we can find the strength to rise above life’s challenges. It is a testament to what can happen when we dare to open our hearts and create space for one another. And for that, I am endlessly grateful.

M. G. Ellakkis