The air is thick with Hekatean intent; best to cluster in the Great Salt Circle that has been freshly lain in the backyard just for you. Come! Take refuge and pour goodwill into this cauldron of uncertainty we're all spooling in.
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$10 suggested at the door // cash or venmo
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½ - accept a sense of surrender; not in resignation, but of liberation. let the rolling signal pulse out from the tar-pit of your chest until it finds some distant mooring to tether itself to.
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½ - trimming the gristle & flicking it into the hottest part of the flame. the soft crackling demands to be felt, inviting a cathartic collective breath to be exhaled en-masse.
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΄π - multilingual lullabesque offerings uttered into the ritual urn, lapping out of kintsugi cracks & evaporating before they can be consumed; fleeting in its spirituousness.
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We aim to create a safe & respectful environment for everyone who attends, so please treat the space and those around you like your own.
BYOB // smoke in the back!
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Samsara is the wheel; the cycle of life & death, joy & suffering that we all experience in waves. I borrowed this name as an exaltation of community β that the way around is together. Our backyard venue is an offering of camaraderie on this great wheel of Samsara.