You have arrived.

Beloved woman…if you are here, something inside you is already remembering.

The Red Thread is a living sanctuary for Feminine reclamation

Women’s sacred spaces have been dismantled. Our red tents, our temples, our healing circles where we once healed and remembered together— all dissolved until we were left to walk alone.

We were told to outsource our wisdom, to distrust our sisters, to forget that our bodies and cycles are holy. Yet beneath it all, the old knowings never died.

The Red Thread is our reclamation.

A sanctuary where women come home to themselves, gather in reverence, and tend what has always been ours: the sanctity of womanhood, the wisdom of our bodies, and the mycelial web of sisterhood.

you were always on your way here.

the Sanctuary Grounds

WE are REIMAGINING THE SACRED SPACES THAT ONCE HELD US AS WOMEN: the hearths, the temples, the holy wells.

Our off-grid gathering place, where women share, witness, and weave connections.

The HEARTH

A living library of wisdoms, writings, and other offerings placed here from the hearts of the women inside.

The well

Where the Medicine Weavers within the sanctuary offer their sacred work and medicine on altars tended with devotion.

The TEMPLE

Your pathway inside

The Red Thread Sanctuary reveals herself through frequency and resonance. If something inside you is stirring, you have felt the calling. The women who feel the pull will know.

A woman who answers the call of belonging — stepping inside to be nourished, witnessed, and to weave herself back into the fabric of sisterhood.

WEAVER

medicine WEAVER

A woman who brings her medicine, wisdom, or craft into the sanctuary, co-tending the collective with devotion.

we have been calling you in, sister

This is a revolutionary return to the ways women have always gathereD…A reclamation of what was once ours.

The Red Thread Sanctuary cannot be captured in a list of details or promises. It can only be felt — in your heart, in your bones, in the remembrance of women gathering, in the sanctity of being held.

If your heart aches reading this, that is the sign…you are already part of the weaving.