13/12/2025
Once upon a time, grandmothers were the wise women of the village.
The ones who remembered, who listened, who knew when to speak and when to simply sit beside you.
My grandma has been that woman for me. A steady presence. A living archive of love, resilience, humour, and hard-won wisdom.
Today she turns 92.
Ninety-two years of stories, strength, softness, and survival.
Still teaching. Still holding the thread between generations.
She taught me that a woman’s cycle has purpose — that each bleed is an invitation to listen, to feel, to work through what’s rising… so nothing is carried forward unfinished.
She taught me that when we do that, menopause doesn’t have to be a battle, it can be a soft landing into wisdom.
She also taught me something radical and freeing: that birth, when supported and surrendered into, can be powerful, expansive — even ecstatic. Not something to fear, but something the body knows how to do, when we remove the deep blocks of fear and trauma.
Happy birthday to my wise woman, you once told me I was strong when I felt completely broken, that I just needed to connect with that strength, that it would come in time and you were so right. I feel so lucky to know you and call you my teacher. I love you so much ###x
