At the Well

A nine-week Body Theology intensive for women being led into deeper relationship with Jesus — His Word received + expressed through the body.

Word study, movement, breathwork, worship. Nine Thursdays, 11:00 a.m.–1:30 p.m. Eastern. The next cohort opens in the spring.

Thirty-three seats.

Why the Well

Noon. The road is empty and the sun is merciless. She walks it alone, jar on her hip, the way she has walked it a hundred noons before. Same well. Same weight. Same water that works for a day and then stops giving her what she needs most - an end to her thirst. Here is the hard thing she has stopped saying out loud: she keeps coming back, and it is never enough.

But God gets there first.

He is seated at the well before she arrives — tired, dusty, waiting at the one place her routine was certain to bring her. And He speaks first. He asks her for a drink. Before doctrine, before correction, before anything is named or fixed, He hands her the dignity of being needed.

Then He offers her what she never knew she came for.

“But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.” — John 4:14

And here is the part that undoes me every time: she left her water jar.

She didn’t decide to. Her body simply knew. The thirst she’d carried to that well every noon of her life had never been about water — it was the call of her Maker, woven into her at creation, deep calling to deep. She wasn’t learning something new that day. She was remembering what she was made for.

Her feet preached before her words did. She ran to the very people she’d been avoiding, and a whole town came to the well.

The call of God is not added to you. It is in you — received in your making, expressed through your body. She is the proof.

You know this walk.

He’s still meeting women at wells. This time, for us, it is this one.

Who She Is

You know He’s real. You’ve known it a long time.

But He’s been far off — a figure you believe in more than a Person you know. You’ve prayed toward Him. You’ve thanked Him. You’ve never been sure He was actually near.

And somewhere in the carrying, something in you went quiet. Not gone — quiet. You feel it in your body before you can name it: the shallow breath, the shoulders that won’t drop, the sense that you’re standing at the edge of something God is doing and you can’t quite step in.

You’re in transition. A season is ending and the next one hasn’t fully spoken its name. Maybe it’s motherhood shifting shape. Maybe it’s ministry, marriage, calling, grief. You’ve prayed. You’ve waited. You’ve wondered if the dryness means you did something wrong.

It doesn’t.

It means you’re at the Well.

This is for the woman who is done performing her faith and ready to inhabit it. Who wants the Word in her cells, not just her notes. Who is willing to move, breathe, worship, and be seen — in a small circle of women walking the same road.

Come thirsty. That’s the only requirement.

He Made All of It

Light, water, and sound were His before they were anyone else’s. He made all three before He made us, and put all three inside us anyway.

Water. You are mostly water. Your cells, your blood, the fluid in your inner ear. He called Himself living water to a woman standing at a well holding an empty jar. That was not poetry. That was anatomy.

Sound. His first recorded act was speech. Sound needs a body to travel — it cannot cross empty space. When He speaks, something has to move. He built you to be the thing that moves.

Light. The first thing He said. The first thing that obeyed. And then, of us: ye are the light of the world.

Nine Thursdays. We take those three apart in the Word and put them back together in the body.

What This Is

At the Well is Body Theology — nine Thursdays where the Word doesn’t stay on the page.

We gather at 11:00 a.m. Eastern, for two and a half hours, in two movements:

The Teaching. We open the Word together — Bibles open, journals out. If you’ve never done this before, you are not behind. Nothing is assumed. We start where the text starts, in the Hebrew beneath it and the design of the body within it, and no question is too basic to ask out loud.

The Practice. Then we stand up. Movement and breathwork built on what was just taught — so the truth you heard becomes truth you inhabit. This is not a metaphor about embodiment. Sound is a mechanical wave. It cannot reach you without physically moving you. Every word taught in the first half already moved through bone and fluid to get to you. In the second half we find out what it moved. Breath was His idea. The body was His design.

You’ll leave each Thursday with the Word in your cells, not just your notes.

Women in white veils and robes holding hands in a line, walking away together

What the Nine Weeks Hold

Nine Thursdays. Eleven to one-thirty Eastern. We teach, then we move, then we pray.

Each week takes one part of the body and finds it in Scripture. Not as metaphor. As instruction. You learn what God says that part of you is for, and then you move it.

The order is deliberate. It is taught inside the room.

Week nine is The Sending.

“And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and I pray God your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless.” — 1 Thessalonians 5:23

Here is the hard thing: most of us learned to love God with our whole heart — then handed a faith that lives entirely in our heads. The body got left out of discipleship. At the Well, we put it back.

We begin at the well — thirst named, jar set down. From there, the seven letters of Revelation carry us through — love letters and handbooks of grace, written not to dead cities but to a living temple. Yours.

“What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?” — 1 Corinthians 6:19

The Sending.

One last gathering, a week after the teaching ends. Not a review. A commissioning.

She didn’t stay at the well. She set the jar down and ran to the town she’d been avoiding, and the people who knew her worst came to see for themselves. That is the pattern. The water was never only for her.

By the ninth Thursday you will have spent nine weeks learning what your body is for. The Sending is where we name what it’s for now — where you’re going, who’s waiting, and what you carry that they need.

Included in every enrollment. Same time, same room.

Every Thursday holds both movements: The Teaching, then The Practice. The Word received, then expressed. You will not leave with notes. You will leave with it in your body.

You Were Right About the Thirst

You may have come the long way here.

You’ve done the yoga. The breathwork, the human design chart, the cards, the moon cycles, the healing circles. And hear this: the thirst underneath all of it was real. You were never crazy for sensing that the body holds something sacred, that breath carries power, that there is more moving through creation than the church of your childhood ever let you touch.

You were right about the thirst. You were eating at the wrong tables. You were drinking from the wrong wells.

Because breath was His idea. The body was His design. Frequency, rhythm, light, water, sound — He authored all of it, and the practices that borrowed His architecture could never introduce you to the Architect. That’s why the peace never held. That’s why you kept needing the next modality, the next reading, the next unlock. You weren’t looking for a practice. You were looking for a Person.

At the Well, you don’t have to abandon your sense that the body is spiritual. You get to find out Who made it that way — and meet the God, the Jesus, the Holy Spirit who have been waiting in the deep end the whole time.

Living water doesn’t run dry.

The Next Cohort

Thirty-three seats. Not one more.

At the Well is a nine-week intensive for women — eight Thursdays of teaching and The Sending on the ninth. It opens in the spring, and when the circle is full, it’s full.

Start with a call. You don’t have to decide on the phone.

Enrollment — $1,200. Paid in full.

Payment plan — $1,200. A $300 deposit holds your seat, then six monthly payments of $150. No financing cost.

Hold your seat — $300

Applies in full toward your enrollment. The balance follows the payment plan — six monthly payments after the deposit. Available on both At the Well and CLOSER.

CLOSER — $1,500. A $300 deposit holds your seat, then six monthly payments of $200.

Everything above, plus two private 1:1 Grounded Guidance sessions with Adrienne. Five seats.

Your access doesn’t end when the nine weeks do.

The teaching, the recordings, the practice — they stay with you until the next cohort gathers.

Refunds and withdrawal. Payments are non-refundable. If you withdraw before your cohort begins, your payment is held as a credit toward any Light Remembrance offering for twelve months from the date of purchase, including the next cohort.

She came to draw water. She left carrying something else.

Five of the Thirty-Three

In a circle of thirty-three women, you can hide.

Some of you will. That isn't a flaw in the room — it's what a large circle allows, and for some women it's exactly the mercy they need: to be held without being handled.

But if you already know you'll hide, take one of these five.

Five seats at the Well come with two private sessions with me. Seventy-five minutes each, by phone — audio only, so you can be fully present without thinking about how you look.

The first happens the week before the first gathering. We meet before the circle gathers so you don't arrive a stranger. I want to know what you're actually carrying into these nine weeks — not the summary, the real thing. So when the teaching lands, I know where it's landing, and so do you.

The second happens before we close. We sit down with what God did in you across the nine weeks and name what He's asking next. Out loud. Specifically. You leave with a next step, not a feeling.

Everything else about your seat is identical — same Thursdays, same teaching, same practice, same circle. Nothing is held back from anyone else.

These are private rooms, not better seats.

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A stone basin of water lit by a shaft of light from a window

She came to draw water. She left carrying something else.

Thirty-three women. Nine weeks. The next circle opens in the spring.

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