Hello beauty,
I’m back … and it feels so good to be home again.
If we haven’t met before, my name is Peta Bastian, one of the original sisters, and I’m excited to get to know you more.
If we have met before, hello my darling … I’ve missed you.
Regardless of how our paths have crossed, I know the bond we already share is our connection to circle.
Circle came to me at a time when I was in deep inquiry, asking who I was and what my purpose was in the world.
I was lying on my acupuncturist’s table when I was suddenly transported into a vision:
a circle of women of all nationalities, singing me back to life as they passed me around the fire.
When dawn broke, I saw myself standing in the ashes at the centre of that fire, and heard a clear message:
“You will be leading women’s circles.”
WTAF?! I’d never even been to a circle. Women scared me. And yet I said, “Okay Universe, show me a sign.”
Ten days later, an email arrived titled “Would you like to learn how to lead women’s circles?”
Message Received.
That single “yes” began one of the most transformative decades of my life …
learning to love and accept myself and others in ways I never had before.
The key to that transformation? Forgiveness.
The kind that comes from deeply witnessing yourself in all your forms, forgiving yourself first …
and in doing so, opening space to understand and forgive others too.
Becoming a women’s circle leader felt like destiny fulfilled. I had never felt so authentic, so alive, so aligned.
Alongside Tanya, I co-created exquisite transformational spaces through How to Lead Circle, Business of Circle, Mastery of Circle, and a Retreat that was otherworldly.
I poured every cell of myself into that vision … the long hours, the devotion, the heart.
Yet something was OFF.
What once felt like a dream pairing began to sour.
Patterns of power and control, proving and pleasing, enmeshment and exhaustion started to weave their way between us.
Deep down, I knew this movement was never meant to be led by one woman alone and I remember thinking:
How can we teach collaborative sisterhood if we’re not living it?
When my proposal of partnership was met with a “no,” I felt dismissed.
My heart crushed.
Bitterness grew, and I lost my centre, my voice, my why.
So I made the only choice I felt I could:
I left.
And I was heartbroken.
Because I wasn’t just leaving my purpose …
I was leaving my best friend, my community, my home.
I share this because maybe you’ve been there too …
in a friendship, a partnership, or a dream that once felt soul-deep …
until it didn’t.
Maybe you’ve known that pain of loving something so much you have to let it go to find yourself again.
In the years that followed, I journeyed through my own descent:
rejecting circle, and in truth, feeling like circle had rejected me.
I found myself cycling through burnout, trying to prove my worth alone.
That pattern cost me dearly: my womb, my vitality, and for a time, my faith in Spirit.
So I did what many of us do when the light dims: I went practical.
I got a 9–5 job.
The steadiness felt safe, but the safety slowly dulled my spark until I barely recognised myself.
But She — the Divine Feminine, the Great Mother — never left me.
She waited patiently, preparing me for what was to come.
As I returned to my devotional practice, something powerful began to move through me.
I experienced a deep healing — two past lives of persecution clearing from my field — and I could feel something new awakening.
It was as though the universe was whispering: you’re being prepared for what’s next.
That was also when I realised how closed I had been to receiving.
And then … Tanya’s name began to appear again.
We’d already healed on an unseen soul level, but this time I felt a tug in my heart: I miss my friend.
By chance I heard she was opening space to clear withholds in the community.
I didn’t think I had any.
I felt complete.
Yet something in me nudged: reach out.
So I did.
A quiet Facebook friend request — a little pebble on the window — wondering, is she ready for reunion? Am I?
To my delight, she accepted.
And it was as if no time had passed. Five years melted into five minutes.
We laughed, we listened, we remembered.
The words I didn’t know I needed — “I want you back” — landed like medicine.
But this time, I was different.
I felt sovereign.
Steady.
Connected to Source in a way I hadn’t been before.
I knew this reunion wasn’t nostalgia …
it was divine orchestration.
We started exchanging voice notes daily … energy pulsing through both of us that wanted to be spoken and reborn.
As we explored what sacred partnership might look like this time, it felt like the sweetest homecoming I didn’t see coming.
When we ran our Human Design and Gene Keys together, what we felt in our hearts was right there on paper:
a shared purpose of creative leadership and beauty through collaboration.
Then Tanya said, “This doesn’t feel complete without Sharlene. We need to weave her in.”
Of course.
When I ran the charts for the three of us, what unfolded was beyond words:
a divine trinity,
a harmonic field of feminine codes reconnecting.
But then a wave of unease rose in me: What if Sharlene doesn’t want me back?
She and I had known each other but not deeply, and I knew she had stepped into that space beside Tanya after I left.
Was there room for three?
So I did the only thing I knew how: I reached out.
I sent a voice message straight from my heart, hoping she would feel my sincerity, my love, my willingness to begin anew.
And then … I waited.
What happened next, even I didn’t see coming.
And so, dear sister, I pass the thread now to Sharlene:
to continue weaving the story that’s unfolding through us all.
Because this isn’t just our reunion story.
It’s a mirror for yours.
Maybe you’ve felt disillusioned with circle, maybe even with Sistership Circle itself.
Maybe you’ve loved what it stood for, but found yourself hurt, disappointed, or quietly drifting away.
Maybe you’ve questioned whether sisterhood can really hold the complexity of women’s hearts.
If that’s you, I want you to know: I’ve been there too.
I’ve known the ache of losing faith in something sacred, and the beauty of rediscovering it, not as it was, but as it’s becoming.
This next chapter isn’t about returning to the old.
It’s about what’s being reborn through us all …
a new way of circling, collaborating, and creating that honours both the human and the holy in each of us.
Whatever your version of homecoming looks like, may this story remind you:
The endings we fear are often just the thresholds to the most beautiful beginnings.
In Sistership,
Peta xx
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