15/03/2026
Today I honour
the womb I came from.
The body that carried me.
The woman who breathed life into mine.
I honour the grandmothers before her,
the known and the unnamed,
the gentle and the fierce,
the ones who survived so I could stand here.
I honour the mothers who mothered imperfectly,
the ones who tried,
the ones who broke cycles,
and the ones who could not.
I honour the bloodline.
The stories.
The inherited strength.
Today I bless the earth,
the Great Mother who holds us all.
Her tides.
Her seasons.
Her patient turning.
I bless the womb within me.
Creative or barren.
Bleeding or resting.
Tender or roaring.
I bless the women beside me,
the sisters, the friends,
the wild and feral feminine
who refuse to be silenced.
May we remember
that motherhood is not just an identity.
It is a lineage.
A threshold.
A living current of power.
Today we honour.
Today we soften.
Today we rise.
πΉ