Inanna | Salon
Initiation | like fire | like moss
Inanna | for women unlike you
Inanna isn’t a course. It isn’t safe.
It’s a salon sauvage – a living mycelial of language, body, and alchemy.
Stories of the feminine germinate here, online and off.
We live in the in-between.
Mycelial by nature
No self-improvement. No new-age gloss.
Our magic grows in rhythm and mess, in the breath, in the mud.
Sometimes we meditate. Sometimes we cook.
Sometimes we stitch small dangerous beings out of fabric and time.
Too deep. Too strange. Too beautiful.
Women who know too much, and feel too deeply, and don’t fit anywhere –
find each other here.
Healers, thinkers, edge-walkers.
No gurus, no salvation. Just resonance.
The Eros of Unlikeness
One spins records. One raises hens.
We don’t polish differences away.
We let them smolder.
Magic begins when we stop aspiring to be the other.
Sometimes we crawl into caves. Or share wine.
We rediscover conversation, with and without words.
Telepathic.
We keep the fire.
We water the moss.
Cyclic openings
Inanna rarely opens.
Between openings come seasons of fermentation and silence.
When the circle breathes again, you’ll know.
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Inanna speaks German. The Letters too.
Image by Flora