The story
Before this was a venue, it was a vow.
Temple Mother Earth began in October of 2020, in a season when the world had closed its doors and people needed somewhere sacred to open. What started as a circle of prayer grew into a congregation. In the autumn of 2021 the temple found its home: a brick house in Hillcrest with a garden out front and a forest at its back.
Since then, this house has been in ceremony nearly every day of its life. Morning devotion in the bay window. Tea poured in the quiet. Circles of sixteen in the living room. Song, drum, breath, and stillness in the room below. The altar has never once been taken down. That is not staging. It is six years of practice soaked into the walls, and you feel it the moment you cross the threshold.
We open this house to facilitators of earth medicine, breath, sound, and sincere ceremony because we are facilitators too. We know what it costs to carry sacred work into rooms that were never meant to hold it, and what it takes from you to hold space while watching the door. Three weekends a month, this house is yours. Between residencies it is tended, reset, and kept alive, so that every facilitator walks into a room that is ready for them.
That is what the rate buys. Not square footage. A working sanctuary handed to you with the beds made, the bowls out, the fire laid, and a steward on call who wants your work to succeed here.
The living room, ready for circle.
