Cas Watene

23/01/2026

As I’ve been clearing out old photos and screenshots, I came across this affirmation I screenshot at the beginning of last year from my .affirmations app and seeing it tonight felt like a reminder from my past self… to my present self.

I’ve been on a healing journey for the last seven years, and for a long time I thought the work I was doing was the work.

And it was.

But over the last month, something much deeper has shifted. Not because what I was doing before wasn’t working, but because my nervous system was finally ready to feel the full extent of what needed to be felt.

I can see now that so much of that time was preparation. Preparing my body, my system, my capacity to safely unravel identities and roles that once kept me protected. I was being authentic, but it was authenticity within the structures I still needed to survive.

That was all the authenticity I had access to then. And that was enough.

This last month has felt like an unravelling. Quiet. Disorienting at times. Deeply internal. I’ve just been in the process, without needing to label it or rush it.

And if you’re in the process too, I want you to know… I get it.

It can feel isolating. Lonely. Like you’re back at square one.
But you’re not.

You’re not going backwards. You’re shedding what once kept you safe because it no longer needs to.

And maybe the only thing you need to remember right now is this:
It’s okay for you to take up space.
It’s okay for you to be authentically you.

No rush. No performance. No apology. 🤍

27/12/2025

I’m sharing this from a place I’ve never spoken from before. Not because I didn’t have the words, but because I was still shaping myself to be received. I’m not doing that anymore.

This week has been a full-bodied initiation for me. Not into something new, but out of something so old it lived beneath my awareness. I’ve come to see that performance wasn’t something I did, it was something I was. The lens through which I understood connection, relationship, and belonging. I wasn’t pretending or being false. I was exquisitely skilled at holding, bracing, managing, and staying available. So skilled, I couldn’t see it.

My body could.

It asked me to stop. It interrupted momentum and pulled me into stillness deep enough that I could no longer tidy my emotions or move through things gracefully. I felt full fatigue, deep pain, lost my appetite, and didn’t want to interact. Not because something was wrong, but because nothing could be held anymore. Everything had to come down so I could finally feel the true weight of what this identity had required of me.

After days of rest, my body opened and I cried in a way I never have before. Not grief with a story. Just a release of lifetimes of holding, bracing, managing, and performing connection. It felt ancient, like something finally laying itself down.

Then I felt a return. A quiet remembering that at the core of my being there has always been one simple truth asking to live: authenticity, love, respect, equality, and no performance.

Even sharing this feels tender. I’ve shared vulnerable things before, but this is different. And I can see now this isn’t just my story. It’s the story of so many women who learned to survive by disappearing internally while staying outwardly connected.

As this year closes, I know this identity can’t come with me into the next one. I end this year with softness, presence for myself, and deep love for who I’ve been and the roles I learned to play.

So many women live in bodies that feel like they’re working against them. What I’m seeing more and more is that the body is never the enemy. It’s asking for alignment. It’s asking for rest. And it’s asking us to stop performing and come home.

27/12/2025

19/12/2025

In generational healing work, it becomes clear that what the grandmother holds, the mother holds, and the daughter holds.

Not because the grandmother began it, but because she became the holder of the lineage.

What I am coming to understand more deeply is that no generation asked to carry the weight they were given. It is easy to look back and place blame, but many of the generations before us did not have access to the tools, language, safety, or support that we do now. They survived with what they had. They held what they could.

Yesterday, I had the honour of holding space for three generations. In that space, it was deeply felt how much every generation wants healing. Not only for themselves, but for each other and for the children who come next. There is a quiet willingness that moves through the lineage when safety is present.

As I move toward the new year, I can feel that this work is something I am being called to carry forward. I see the power of cycle breaking and generational change not only in my own life, but again and again in these shared spaces. When one generation is met with compassion, presence, and permission to soften, the whole line begins to shift.

It is a profound honour to stand in these spaces. To witness healing move through generations. To hold forgiveness, love, and a new way forward, especially for the children, so they do not have to carry what was never theirs to begin with.

14/12/2025

The year I turned 37 🌸🎉

Between 36 and 37, the universe said,
“Let’s remove her personality for character development.”

My identity was stripped.
My plans were humbled.
My timelines were laughed at.
And any remaining illusion of control was fully bullied.

Honestly, iconic behaviour.

As I close out this year, I’m a little wiser,
significantly less serious,
and far more willing to laugh when life completely derails me.

I’ve stopped trying to be impressive.
I’ve stopped clinging to who I thought I was.
And somehow, I’ve ended up surrounded by the most beautiful women
who love me for exactly who I am.
Not the curated version.
Not the “healed enough” version.
Just me.

This next lap around the sun feels unhinged in the best way.
Lighter.
Braver.
Wildly exciting.

Here’s to 37.
Less identity.
More joy.
And trusting that whatever just happened was absolutely necessary 🥂✨

Also, special mention to this chapter:
While Jared was away being the absolute king he is and providing for our family, my girls showed up in the most epic ways.

I was dined.
I was pampered.
I was floralised beyond all reasonable expectations.

Truly carried, spoiled, and reminded that I am wildly held.
No notes.
10/10 support system. 🌸👑

13/12/2025

As this year closes, I’m noticing how much my relationship with visibility has changed.

There were times I went quiet. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I was living, integrating, grieving, expanding. I’ve learned that my rhythm is not constant, it’s cyclical. And when I honour that, everything lands more cleanly.

I no longer feel the need to share everything in real time. What I offer now comes from embodiment, not performance. From clarity, not urgency. When I speak, it’s because something has moved all the way through me.

This year reminded me that my impact doesn’t come from how often I show up, but from the frequency I carry when I do. From the relationships that hold me. From the quiet trust that ripples outward without force.

As I step into the new year, I’m choosing spaciousness. Truth. Presence. And sharing only what feels real, grounded, and ready.

Thank you to those who stayed, felt me, and walked alongside me.
I’m moving forward gently, and with intention.

🤍🤍

05/12/2025

There is something sacred that happens when a woman is witnessed in her emotion.

Not fixed.
Not redirected.
Not told to be stronger.
Just held.

In spaces where we are allowed to feel without shame, the body begins releasing patterns we have carried our whole lives. Sometimes we don’t even realise what is healing until the moment our nervous system softens in someone else’s arms.

A hug seems simple, but it is one of the oldest forms of regulation.
A place where the heart remembers it is safe.
A moment where a pattern can complete.
A soft landing where a generation can finally exhale.

At retreat, I watched women cry, collapse, laugh, breathe, and open… all inside the safety of being held by another woman who saw them fully. And that is where true healing happens. Not in the complexity, but in the simplicity.

Being held.
Being witnessed.
Being loved in the exact moment you feel undone.

Sometimes the smallest gestures are the ones that rewrite an entire lineage.

Soul essence captured 📷

30/11/2025

It is safe for you to soften.

You do not need to push, force, or hold it all together to be worthy of where you are going.

You are allowed to pause.
You are allowed to feel unsure.
You are allowed to be in the space between who you have been and who you are becoming.

What if this season is not about becoming anything new,
but simply allowing what has always been within you to lead?

Your nervous system does not need more tension to transform.
It needs breath.
It needs space.
It needs truth.

It needs you.

You do not have to earn the next chapter through effort or perfection.
You will meet it through presence.

The women you are meant to walk with will not need you polished.
They will recognise you in the realness.
In the quiet honesty of, “I do not know, but I am willing.”
In the tender bravery of choosing soul over performance.
In the moment you stop trying to fit in
and simply let yourself belong.

This is not the season of doing more.
It is the season of allowing more.
More softness.
More truth.
More receiving.

Your essence is not waiting to be improved.
It is waiting to be experienced.

28/11/2025

Some retreats ask you to do more.
This one gently invites you to stop trying.

Souls Reflection is now open.
An introspective retreat for women ready to soften,
to hear their inner voice again,
to walk without their masks,
and simply be met—exactly where they are.

Each facilitator and workshop intentionally chosen to help you feel safe, seen and held.

The circle is already forming:
8 of the 15 spaces have been quietly taken by those on the waitlist.
The remaining spaces will call in whoever feels the whisper —
“Maybe this is for me.”

$200 deposit to secure your space with payment plans or remainder of payment due/commencing mid Jan. ✨

🌿 Link in bio or below for the full itinerary and retreat intentions.

https://caswatene.com.au/may-retreat

May 21–24 | Montville Hinterlands

27/11/2025

There is something powerful that happens when a woman shifts from managing her body
to truly listening to it.

Karri has always understood the body through the lens of science, structure, and care.
But when she began relating to her womb through softness, safety, and regulation —
her body began to respond.

Her symptoms shifted.
Her nervous system softened.
Her body felt calmer, clearer, more aligned — not always explainable,
but deeply felt.

That is what happens when we move from fixing
into feminine healing.

I don’t heal women — I simply hold spaces where their bodies remember how to heal themselves.
Where stored trauma unwinds,
where sacral energy awakens,
where women meet the part of themselves that was never broken,
just waiting to be met differently.

To walk this path with women like Karri —
women who hold others for a living,
yet are now learning to hold themselves —
is one of the greatest honours of my work.

💛 This is womb healing.
This is embodiment.
This is remembrance.

26/11/2025

In any energetic container, intention is everything.

It is the silent architect.
It shapes how the space feels before a word is even spoken.
It softens the edges.
It invites truth to rise and nervous systems to unclench.

Two rooms can look the same —
same pillows,
same candles,
same women gathered in a circle.

But only one is alive.
Only one has breath, presence, and permission.
Only one holds the quiet safety that says,
You can take off your armour here.

That difference is not created by planning, perfection, or polish.
It is created by intention.

I put intention into everything I do —
into every ritual, every retreat, every post, every conversation.
It’s not just something I add,
it is the architecture and framework of my business.
It’s how I build, how I serve, and how I honour the women who walk through the doors.

Because intention doesn’t just shape what we do.
It shapes how it feels.
And how it feels, shapes what is even possible.

Without intention, it is just a moment.
With intention, it becomes a threshold.