Wild Women’s Academy

26/09/2025

24/09/2025

I was told
God wore robes and a frown.
That He sat high and heavy
on a golden throne
with a finger forever poised
over the red button of smite.

I was taught that holiness
was male,
that mercy came with conditions,
that my softness was sin
and my wildness worse.

They offered me judgement
in a wine cup,
shame dressed up as salvation,
and I drank.
For years, I drank.
Until my soul grew thirsty
for something truer than fear.

And then one day,
barefoot and broken
on the forest floor,
I met Her.

Not in a church,
but in a clearing.
Not with a hymn,
but with a howl.
She came to me
with moss on her knees
and galaxies in her hips.
She came with the scent
of milk and blood
and moonlight.

She was no one's
Sunday School sweetheart.
She was thunder and lullaby,
she was claws dipped in honey,
she was the war drum
and the rocking chair.

Holy Mother.
Creatrix of All
The one who gathers
what the world tries to scatter.
She did not ask me
to be quiet.
She asked me to remember.

That I was born from
a sacred scream,
and my softness
is a weapon in a world
that’s forgotten how to feel.
She pressed her lioness
forehead to mine and said:

I was never your shame.
I was your shelter.
I was never your punishment.
I was your passage.
They gave you a God of thunder.
I gave you a storm to dance in.

Come home, daughter.
Come home.

And so I did.
I turned away from pulpits
that made me small
and toward the altar
inside my own chest.

And there She was.
The Holy of Holies.
The God who bleeds and births
and breaks open to bloom.
Not a He to obey,
but a She to embody.
Not a cage.
But a crown.

And I?
I am Her temple now.

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Poem "Mother Daughter Holy Muse" by Angi Sullins from the book "Unmasking a Myth" -- available here: https://angisullins.com/shop-3-2/

Thisnpoem is available as a pri t on angisullins.com

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art: unknown artist

24/09/2025

Celebrating our amazing Coven sister Julie Evans who is feeling the call back to running women’s circles… 🖤🖤🖤

When one women rises… we all rise!

This is the info from Julie 🖤

🌙 New Women’s Circles – Starting Thursday 23rd October 🌙

I’m so excited to share that my Women’s Circles are beginning soon at the beautiful Lost Barn in Tilston, Malpas.

If you haven’t been before, the Lost Barn is a gorgeous café and coffee roastery tucked into the peaceful Cheshire countryside—and we’ll gather in their stunning new heated Tipi, a truly magical space to connect and unwind.

There will be both a Morning Circle and an Evening Circle on the same day and will take place every month, each with its own unique theme to match the season and energy of the group.

Come as you are, sip the serene atmosphere, and share in an evening or morning of connection, meditation, and seasonal rituals.

Booking links below or scan the QR codes 👇👇

Morning Circle: https://bit.ly/4mvZqY4
Evening Circle: https://bit.ly/3W4Hkl0

A beautiful, countryside location is the setting for this women's circle of connection, reflection and restoration - to simply be you!

24/09/2025

🌙✨ Look Up Tonight! – September 24, 2025 ✨🌙

Tonight, the Moon will appear strikingly close to Mars in the evening sky! 🔭🌌

🔹 What to See:
• The golden crescent Moon glowing at dusk.
• The Red Planet, Mars, shining nearby with its warm hue.
• A breathtaking backdrop of countless stars and the Milky Way.

📍 Best Viewing Tip:
Look toward the southwest horizon just after sunset. No telescope is needed — but binoculars will make the view even more magical!

This rare pairing is a reminder of how the cosmos connects us with wonders beyond our world. 🌍💫

24/09/2025

You seen this ladies? 🖤 xx

24/09/2025

I have two appointments now available next week for 1:1 therapy.
Please message to book 🤍