28/10/2025
Forty.
Held in sacred circle with the women who mean the most to me in this lifetime. (Minus a few who were honored in distance).
We shared stories. We shed tears.
We crafted bath salts — each grain infused with intention, blessing, and prayer, so that I may literally bathe in their love all year long.
We were drummed into the deep remembering. Our hearts and wombs pulsing in rhythm with the heartbeat of our matrilineal lines, each of us held by the ones who came before and the ones who walk beside.
At the centre of our altar lay the rose 🌹
Symbol of the fertile feminine, of devotion, beauty, and the courage to bloom open again and again.
Adorned around her, delicious foods and sweets to nourish our bodies as we nourished our souls.
Each ritual we wove this day, from the honoring of my birth story to the anointing of the woman I have become, was a prayer of remembrance, a celebration of the spiral path that keeps unfolding through me.
The theme of the day was Fertile Abundance.
Not just the fertile body, but the fertile life.
The richness that comes when love, friendship, creativity, devotion, and belonging weave through every season of womanhood.
Open. Wide. Loving. Kind. Soft. Fierce. Wild. Wise.
My body will always remember this day.
And these women - my circle of mirrors, my anchors, my home.
Deep bow and the holiest of gratitude and appreciation for Ann who so beautifully co-created the day, the altar the whole experience, and who held space for all of us to relax and soften into what unfolded. Her heart and womb led leadership, her words, her gentle yet wise eyes and her strong presence are etched into my being forever more. Thank you, woman! Thank you for guiding us, and thank you for honoring my vision so carefully and with truth. So much love to you! ♥️🌹
Thank you for the space that held our bodies and our energy. Thank you for providing the bricks and mortar foundation of the day.
