The Winter Solstice marks the longest, darkest, night of the whole year… A moment to honour the depths of winter and the deepest recesses of your soul.

So we could stay in bed and navel gaze at our shadows…OR we could use all these dark hours to party in ritual like our ancestors of old!

Chapel street is cold, forlorn, desolate…though the bars flow with humans, you’re not pulled there… your soul seeks something more, feels the call to gather in a different way. To return to ritual, to human connection at its core, through the heart…

Cacao, Dance, Ritual, Connection & more…