A temple of remembrance
A sanctuary of return.
Enter barefoot, heart open, soul tender—
this is a house built on myth, marrow, and moonlight.
Each word a threshold.
Each offering a stone set with prayer.
This is sacred architecture for the feminine—
a living temple shaped by breath, bone, and becoming.
Here, we descend and rise again—
sacred, sensual, sovereign.
House of Bone & Honey
“The things that women reclaim are often their own voice, their own values, their imagination, their clairvoyance, their stories, their ancient memories.
If we go for the deeper, and the darker, and the less known, we will touch the bones.”
Clarissa Pinkola-Estes
Current Seasonal Offering
Step gently into the unfolding moment-
where the pulse of the earth breathes new stories, and sacred rites awaken the honeyed heart.
Here, each season blooms as a whispered invitation to descent, devotion and embodied transformation.
Each season, the temple opens its arms to a new rhythm.
A living altar. A portal of breath and remembrance.
This season, you are invited into
The Softening —
a devotional return to the quiet body,
the slow heart,
the sacred art of laying down what no longer needs to be held.
We gather not to strive, but to melt.
To let the ache become a prayer.
To move through the threshold with tenderness as our guide.
The Softening is a sanctuary of rhythm, rest,
and feminine embodiment rooted in seasonal ceremony.
From what is blooming, to what is rooted
EDEN
The Living Library
A wild orchard of feminine memory.
Here you will find scrolls, stories, moon songs,
ancestral myths, and creative transmissions-
archived like ripe fruit, waiitng to be touched.
Eden is not a blog. Not a vault.
It is a living field of remembrance.
Enter when you long to sip from something eternal.
ROOTS OF DEVOTION
Melanie is a voice of the remembering.
A vessel of devotion to the sacred feminine,
a weaver of story, silence and soul.
She holds space for women to return to their bodies,
to reclaim the voice that was silenced,
the womb that was forgotten,
the blood that was shamed, the mystery that was hidden.
Melanie walks with women through thresholds-
of descent and awakening, of embodiment.
She does not offer healing. She offers a homecoming.
Not a fixing, but a remembering.
Not a path to follow,but an invitation
to return to the one that rises from within.
HERSTORY
I have walked the underworld.
Not once, but many times-through grief, rupture, and the long remembering.
My path is one of descent and return, of reclaiming what was lost, silenced and shamed.
I am not a healer. I am a witness.
A guide of remembrance.
A weaver of ritual, story and soul.
House of Bone and Honey was born from my own becoming-
a sacred space where the feminine is honored, the body is holy, and nothing needs to be fixed to be whole.
This is my offering.
A soft flame in the dark.
A wild homecoming.
RECIPROCITY
The Honey Pot
This is a place of remembrance, not transaction.
If you’ve been nourished by the words, rituals,
or beauty within this temple,
you’re invited to offer something in return —
a coin, a prayer, a blessing, a love note.
Your presence is enough.
But if your heart whispers yes,
the Honey Pot is open.
A thread of gold to keep the fire lit.
The temple is always open.
Return whenever your soul stirs.
You are the honey. You are the fire. You are home.
Closing Invocation
ofboneandhoney@gmail.com