A Table in [April] : Rituals for Staying Sane

A gathering for the women I admire.

A table for celebrating the art of keeping our shit together.

Is it only me or is spring also a bit intimidating? The sun raises early again, casting light bright and unyielding on every crack and crevice, illuminating the imperfections of all on all that has slumbered undisturbed through the colorless months of winter, on all that our hazy winter minds so kindly have veiled.

In this spirit of facing all our beautifully flawed, I invite you to a table to share the rituals, strategies, and daily practices that simply keep us sane in a world that keeps spinning.

Or put simply; Let's celebrate the art of keeping our shit together.