Eleven years

Eleven years of my sweet boy. I felt your spirit baby as a child and again when I was just fifteen and you took seven more years after that to come, in your perfect time. Your birth changed everything and rewilded me into the animal power of my own body and my spiritual path.

Impossibly clever, witty, handsome, with an indomitable spirit. My favourite thing to do is to spend time just us two, in each other's company it feels effortless, with your Taurus rising to my Taurus sun. Endless snacks, comfort movies and books. The same sense of humour. For so long it was just me and you and I cherish those moments when it's only us again.

I'm so so proud to be your mama.

Womb healing workshop South Wales & online

In a little cottage in South Wales, we delve into the womb mysteries and gather in a way that would have been forbidden not so many grandmothers ago...

To reclaim words of power that have been distorted through time to make women and the womb seem bad, dirty and shameful.

To lay our stories with bravery at the feet of our sisters and see the common threads winding through each one.

To awaken the heart-womb river and restore the original design, no longer to trap emotion as physical pain but birth the desires of our hearts.

We stir the cauldron and feel the potency within, chant and sing together to awaken the womb further.

We discover plant allies that can aid us on our womb journeys and craft our own unique medicine to be used when we return to our homes.

Then we journey through maiden, mother, crone and receive the blessing of the 13th Rite to return the womb to the original state of love and life and potent creativity.

Just two spots available for in-person in February, or you can join me and your sisters in my new virtual Shamanic Womb Healing Workshop on 13th December.

Longing to return to the sea

I'll never forget the day we were preparing for my daughter's birthday party and we taped three balloons to one of the beams.... Why three? She asked. Three is the magic number, I say. Everything magical comes in threes. Like maiden, mother, crone, the three things a woman can be.

But mummy, she says, there's not just three things a woman can be. You told me that women can also be seals.

The story of the selkie is the story of a woman taken from the sea and her wildness stripped from her as she has to conform to life on land. Ultimately she cannot, and she leaves husband and children to become a creature of the deep once more.

This story especially resonates with me as a woman who experiences chronic illness. The dry skin, the salt cravings, light and sound sensitivities, the hypermobile joints. It's easy to believe there is somewhere else that we might be better suited to, an environment that our body and soul is craving...

To slip beneath the deep and experience the weightlessness and the white noise and the sweet relief.

Even now, there is a part of women that longs to return to the sea.

We will be exploring the story of the selkie in my new course The Medicine Wheel of the Womb. When a woman reclaims her innate wildness and knowing, she activates a deep part of the wheel.