05/04/2026
Easter pondering.
Part 3.
Easter Sunday.
His-tory, Her-story… It’s All Stories.
Oils, Resins, Anointing & the Myrrhophore's
In the early morning light, as the gates of the city opened and Mamma Earth stood between night and dawn, a liminal space.
It is said that Mary Magdalene walked quietly toward the womb-tomb. In her hands she carried sacred jars filled with spikenard and myrrh, precious, fragrant offerings of devotion and transition.
She came to anoint the body of Jesus.
But the big old stone had already been rolled away, and the body was gone!
This part of the story holds one of the most mystical, alluring, threads for me.
Not only of resurrection of Jesus, coming back from his journey to the land of the dead, but of the women who carried the oils, the keepers of scent, ritual, and remembrance.
The Myrrhophore's 🌸
Myrrhophore means “myrrh-bearer” those who carry sacred oils, often women, moving in quiet service between the worlds of life and death.
In ancient traditions, Myrrhophores were initiates of deep reverence.
They anointed the dying and the dead, but also the living.
Kings, priestesses, healers, all were anointed to mark transformation, consecration, and spiritual awakening.
To be a Myrrhophore is to understand that scent is a bridge.
A bridge between body and spirit.
Between grief and grace.
Between what has been, and what is becoming.
All these liminal spaces,
All these thresholds
All of this intention.
All of this holds fascination and beauty for me, and at times has been a deep privilege and blessing.
Anointing is one of the oldest sacred acts known to humanity.
I have used oils in circle with witches and priestesses to bless and consecrate, ourselves, each other, and our circles. And to prepare for initiations.
We used oils, to bless my daughters womb , to prepare her for birth.
I have anointed my children's head, as I held them up to the full moon, and introduced them to Mamma Earth. ( that felt emotional recalling that and so long ago)
When I volunteered in the Hospice, we used oils to soothe and comfort, physically, emotionally, spiritually.
And more recently, I was called to blend an oil for a friends husband, who lay in rest at her home.
A true honour and privilege and as I blended this oil, I was not alone.
I felt a lineage of women behind me, surrounding me, guiding me, with symbols and sweet songs without words.
This is Sacred work.
I am honoured and grateful to be able to offer this.
When we invite these oils into our life, something ancient stirs within.
When Mary Magdalene carried those oils to the womb-tomb, she knew exactly what she was doing.
Enacting a ritual older than words.
Myrrh for the passage.
Spikenard for the love.
My heart,soul and womb is stirring as I start my day thinking about this.
I feel that something beautiful, something ancient and something special will be co- created today
And I am grateful 🙏
If you would like to learn more about sacred oils, I recommend this book, which was recommended to me by my beautiful friend and Myrrhophore Cathy Chiplen. Love you ❤️
Ritual:
You do not need to stand at a tomb to become a Myrrhophore.
You can bring this practice into your own life:
Anoint your heart when you are grieving.
Bless your body in moments of change or transition.
Bless your womb space.
Anoint your 3rd eye before divination or meditation.
Perfume helps us to return to ourselves.
Get creative, there are no rules. (Except safety guidelines for essential oils)
What do you need?
Let it be simple.
Let it be special
Let it be yours.
This is where the power lies, open your heart and you will be guided.
Blessed be.
Have a wonderful day ❤️
