Beloved Wordsmiths of the Soul,

For the next twelve weeks, we shall travel  in a capsule of culture and time. Twelve women stand at the edge of history. Shield-maidens, rulers, rebels. Their voices whisper through time. Will you listen?

This writing atelier is a meeting place—a space where your past and present merge, where your forgotten voice is unearthed, where your stories long buried rise from the depths. As we honor these twelve ancient mothers, you will also honor yourself through the way you allow your stories to meet the ancient bones of our Mothers.

So, wordsmiths of the soul, take up your quill. Let’s make magic together. Let’s excavate. Let’s heal. Let’s tell stories to each other. And after twelve sessions together, you will find that you are no longer the same person you were before we began our journey together.

The transformation will be so profound.

When you enter the sacred space of a writing atelier I always intend to meet your Higher Self. In this space, we leave behind anything that the world might put on your shoulders and we enter this place as Free Women. Unlabeled. Sovereigns. Self-Ruled. Dogma free. Heart open to the possibilities.

And you will write, sister.

You will witness other women’s story and you will be witnessed and held with the utmost respect, love and a deep knowing that you are above all that you have been told, all the shackles that were ever put on you.

Together, we re-enter your stories.

We kneel down to your sacred site, your life. We ask our Ancient Mothers to kneel with us and shows us how to clean the bones of the stories ought to be told.

With each session, we will step into their worlds, walking beside them as they defied kings, led revolutions, healed the wounded, and ruled with wisdom and fire. We will explore the sacred landscapes they once called home—the windswept fjords of the North, the emerald isles of the Celts, the wild mountains of the Balkans—drawing from their surroundings the raw essence of their power.

Through guided visualizations and writing prompts, we will unearth the untold, embracing our own narratives with the same fearless conviction they carried. We will write to feel and embody in our bones the stories that make us who we are, to step into sacred that lives within us, shaping our own journeys and how we use our unique voice to ennoble humanity.

I see writing as an act of invocation.

As we remember their lived lives, we are also awakening something deep within ourselves. An initiation into standing tall. Standing up. Standing up for yourself as our ancient mothers did.

What have we inherited from these foremothers?

What silent legacies run through our blood?

What stories of resistance and resilience live within us, waiting to be told?

And by the end of it, when you step away from this journey, you will not just know these women’s stories—you will have rewritten your own.

On a personal note…

Oh, sisters… I have no words to describe my excitement, my joy of sharing this writing atelier with you. I love all my writing ateliers with all my heart. But this one flows straight from the passion of my heart and soul. From my deep interest in history, archaeology and Viking stories.

Exploring the stories of these amazing women make me feel alive.  As I kneel at the sacred sites where our ancient mothers walked, loved, and lost—where they became legends now speaking to us through our very bones everything in me awakens, and the fragrance of their stories finds its way into my veins and blood.

Come with me, sisters. Let’s speak words of love and kindness and forgiveness to our lineage. Let’s put our ear close to the ground and feel their steps caressing the earth. Let’s open our hearts to the messages echoing through the ages. These are ancient stories, but their meaning is no different today than it was back in the iron age.

As a young girl wandering the enchanting landscapes of my home country of Romania, I meandered through ancient ruins, gathering Roman coins left by an empire that faded into the mists of time. Running my fingers over their weathered edges, I felt the profound weight of history nestled in my palm. These small artifacts whispered tales of lives once lived, voices now silenced, and legacies yearning to be rediscovered. That sense of wonder has never waned. My passion for history and archaeology has only deepened—to the extent that my work has become Archaeology for the Woman’s Soul.

This writing atelier is a manifestation of that fervor. I have spent many, many happy hours unearthing these stories so I can invite you to walk alongside these remarkable women—to uncover the echoes of their strength resonating within your own journey. Because in a world where patriarchy still strives to stifle the Feminine Voice, we must awaken our ancient mothers to guide us toward the future.