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10-Week Men’s Connection Group
The Intention of This Group
In this container, we will gently tap into the parts of ourselves that long to be seen and yearn for deeper connection with other men. What we may discover is that we don’t need more healing, more excavation, or more cathartic release. Many of us have already done a great deal of inner work.
What is needed is a willingness to lean in, slow down, and listen to the parts of ourselves that don’t yet feel safe enough to take off their masks.
As we begin to acknowledge that we are enough, exactly as we are, with nothing to fix or hide, our bodies naturally soften. We find more ease. We find rest. And from that place, we find the courage to connect and the possibility of real brotherhood.
What This Group Will Explore
The parts of us that feel scared to be truly seen and held by other men
How male relationships were modeled for us, and how those patterns still live in our bodies
The grief we carry for the ways masculinity and male connection were shaped for us
How we hold tension and the weight of our lives in our bodies, and how to create space for genuine rest
Using somatics, parts work (IFS), ritual, rest, and grief work to build safety, presence, and connection
About Me & This Container
I’ve worn many hats over the years: community organizer, group facilitator, grief tender, therapist, Reiki practitioner. One hat I am beginning to steward more intentionally is men’s work facilitator, and it has brought me deep satisfaction, purpose, and love.
Some of my most meaningful breakthroughs have happened in containers where I was held by a group of brothers I trusted deeply. That wasn’t always easy. Blocks, insecurities, shame, emotional masking, and fear of being seen were all present. What I came to understand is that I didn’t need to get rid of these parts of myself to connect more deeply. I needed to let them be seen, held, and expressed.
This truth became unmistakably clear when my mom suddenly passed. As many who have walked the path of grief know, when we are in a deep well, our protectors and parts, especially the ones we believed we had already “healed”, often rise to the surface. At that time, I had just come out of a four-day immersion with a group of men. I allowed myself to be held in all my messiness, seen, heard, and supported by my brothers. It was heartbreaking and profoundly beautiful.
This group is an invitation to return to that kind of space.