06/04/2026
I had my first child when I was 19, just 5 days before my 20th birthday.
I remember coming home from the hospital, preparing for that first night.
Holding my son, nursing him, I felt something I had never experienced before…
A deep, undeniable and absolute awe.
I had created this tiny human.
Birthed him into the world.
And somehow, my body just knew exactly what to do to nourish him.
I knew this was a miracle. The very definition of a miracle.
And I’ve wondered since…
Is this what the yogis, sages, seekers and mystics have been searching for? Through years of discipline, prayer, and devotion?
That direct experience of life moving through you.
Because for many women, this isn’t something we have to go looking for…it’s something we are already living.
And yet, we’re often taught that spirituality should look a certain way.
Early mornings. Long meditations. Structured practices.
What if that’s just one version of the path?
What if it’s something we’ve been taught to believe we need?
And what if the deeper truth is…
that the wisdom is already within us?
In our bodies.
In our cycles.
In our connection to the earth, to life, to birth, to death and rebirth.
Not something to strive for…
but something to return to.
And I want to add that of course this isn’t only true for women who have given birth.
This connection isn’t something we earn or prove.
It lives within us, regardless.
More and more, I’m coming to feel that women’s spirituality is something deeply embodied,
something lived and experienced in a different way… and yet so often, we’re taught how to “be spiritual” through a lens that isn’t our own.
I’m reminded of something a dear teacher once taught “you are whole, perfect and part of the divine.”
And perhaps I’m only just beginning now to truly understand what she meant.
Do you feel like your spiritual practice is something you’ve been taught or something you’ve remembered?