To my third child
To my third child
This fledgling life
Cupped in the body like a goblet I dare not spill
A fresh egg poised on fingertips
A seed nurtured in the dark soil
A slow seduction of the soul
across time and space.
I feel the strength of your body now
As the sun that blazes on my pale winter skin
The celandine shines in the grass
And the lady's mantle peeks through last year's dead growth
My green shoot
The first visible evidence of winter's labour
Your form now fills the dresses I wore last summer
When you were no more than a dream and a hope
And I roamed the hills
The forest and the streams
Calling your name.
Invoking the allies of trees, flower and fairy
Drinking deep of the bluebell waters
Soon, this could all be yours, I said
When the time is right
For you to jump in.
Womb Healing isn't a modality
Womb healing is not just a modality to add to a list of modalities and services, it is a reorientation of consciousness that is palpable by those who seek to work with you and can be transmitted energetically.
It's the embodied knowing that everything comes from the womb, is gestated in the womb, is birthed through the womb and one day returns to the womb.
The awareness that we are living in a wonderful and terrifying yoniverse.
The cyclical plunging into the womb like a snake to retrieve the treasures, then bringing them up to the surface to be seen and received.
For the womb oracle, she does not need to seek shadow work because the womb takes her there regularly.
She lives and breathes a consciousness that comes from the bottom up, not the top down.
You can work with me one to one in-person in South Wales or virtually, or through my online courses Sacred Womb Journeys and The Medicine Wheel of the Womb.
Imbolc
Imbolc and aquarius new moon blessings everybody. I have made my Bride's cross today because I am teaching a workshop on February 1st, when I will burn last year's in the fire. It's such a beautiful practice to go and gather the rushes from the pond and weave them together while singing to the spring maiden as she gently glides across the land, reflecting on how much has changed since you wove your last one. To honour Brigid in this way means her blessing will be on your hearth the whole year through. This year has brought infinite joy and wonderment and next year I will be making my cross with my sweet helper who will no doubt try and eat the rushes, if memory serves.
