A Space to Stay Connected

This is where the path begins. Inside The Welcome Grove, you are greeted by the forest’s first light—a space to rest your voice and learn the ways of this refuge. Here, you will find our community agreements, gentle reminders for safety, and words to help you feel grounded as you enter.

Tucked within the trees, there are quiet trails—each one carved out for survivors of a specific path: sexual assault or harassment, domestic or dating violence, or stalking. Known as The Trail of Echoes, these spaces offer music-inspired prompts and gentle reflection.

At the roots of a great listening tree, The Story Hollow welcomes your voice. Whether you speak in lyrics, lines, or silence, this space holds survivor stories with care. Share your own when you are ready, or read the stories of those who came before.

In Thorn & Bloom, the garden grows wild. Here, survivors reflect on connections that shaped them—family, friends, lovers, or chosen kin. This space holds tangled roots and fresh blooms alike, and it welcomes honest conversation about boundaries, trust, heartbreak, and love in all its forms.

A small fire glows at the heart of the forest. Emberlight is a protected space for survivors reclaiming their relationship with the body. Here, you may explore sexuality, touch, desire, numbness, or autonomy—through story, music, or quiet reflection. This is not be a place of pressure, only permission.

Sometimes, even in the quietest forest, you need somewhere quieter still. The Still Clearing is a place to pause—when your breath shortens, your thoughts scatter, or the weight of the path grows heavy. Come here to ground, to reset, or simply to rest. You do not have to speak. You do not have to explain.

There is a stone in the forest that hums with every song it’s touched. The Songstone is a space to share the music that holds your feelings—whether it’s a playlist, a lyric, or a sound that helped you survive. No explanations are required. 

Inside The Hollow Refrain, survivors leave fragments behind—unfinished lyrics, whispered melodies, verses that arrived in dreams. This is not a critique space. It's a soft place for raw work, musical emotion, and ideas still finding their shape.

Once a stronghold, now a place of gathering. Survivors find one another in the ruins of what was—a shattered castle tucked deep within the forest, overgrown but still standing in its own way. Here, we host circles, conversations, and special events.