The land is blooming
The land is blooming and so am I. With delight, every day, discovering how the lady’s mantle and the mugwort have multiplied overnight. The cottage surrounded by forget me nots and apple blossom.
On the days the sun shines I am called to the garden with my sweet cat, or further up the hill to the secret bluebell grove, stopping to breathe more times than I used to. Where I stand beneath the birdsong, on the familiar tree long fallen and bare my body to the sun. The breasts that already are full of life, I noticed last week.
We have glorious days, and the days where the rain comes. Last night there was thunder and lightning and I thought of the raspberry leaves wilting in the herb trough and how we need the sun and rain in equal measure. And just how my body is thrumming and strong with life, it is also vulnerable to the emotional storms that beat down.
I work with ceremony and birth trauma, and when it’s needed, I share about the mother’s heart and how it is designed to open during pregnancy and birth.
My mother’s heart cracked open last week, like an egg smashed over my chest, and the vulnerability of it poured out and washed over my belly in a way that I still feel keenly and tenderly.
Sensing this, the babe pushes against my womb harder as if they could break through, testing their strength and the boundaries of my body.
I spent two years in the waterfall country recovering from trauma, away from my family and all I had built in South Wales. Even now I miss it. The real gift of it was to find god in the land, to allow myself to be mothered by trees and waterways and mountains.
Singing mantras as I let the land show me where everything I needed grew. There is the sense that, for this pregnancy I have allowed myself to become somewhat of a recluse. Given the option, I’d prefer to disappear away with the flowers.
I am learning so much.
I am becoming.
Closing the bones
Several years ago I went to see a wonderful psychic who said to me "you're meant to be doing something with scarves - can you tell me more about that?"
"Oh yes" says I, and I began to explain what I had trained in a few years prior, about the portal of birth, the energy centres, the susceptibility and vulnerability of a woman when she is postpartum.
"You need to be doing that" he said "because nobody else thinks that way"
And so I began offering Closing the Bones.
It's a practice that has deepened for me over time. You know deep in your own bones, as you close the bones of another woman, that what you are doing is ancient. Working with sensitive women is so fun as you see the field around their body becomes strong and powerful as all their energy is returned to them.
You won't get far as a healer without invisible helpers to carry the load for you, to decharge what you may have taken on, to nudge you towards what needs to be said and done.
And so the many, many helpers come to weave the bones.
askorno lekkâ
You can sign up to my waiting list on my website to be the first to be notified of availability for Closing the Bones next year.
You can also go on your own journey with the Motherline, the proto-Celtic womb keys and the mysteries of blood and land in my online courses Sacred Womb Journeys and the Medicine Wheel of the Womb.
The Motherline
The Motherline have been coming to me in dreams. Last night they brought me the three strands of the womb and showed me how to weave them together.
The cosmic womb, the earth womb, and the heart-womb.
The three cauldrons of awakening that live in every woman.
Gifts and healing travel up and down the Motherline like beads on a string.
The wisdom of a thousand grandmothers lives in your womb. You can summon them whenever you need - through your devotion, with the drum, with candles and prayers.
If you have Celtic ancestry, they can be summoned with ancient words that speak directly from your heart to theirs.
The Motherline is the key to womb awakening 🗝️
You can find out more about Motherline devotion and working with the red thread on your womb journeys in my online courses Sacred Womb Journeys and The Medicine Wheel of the Womb.