04/18/2023
Wombfest Reflections.
I have always trusted in divine timing, a difficult task because it feels like I move more slowly than most, turtle medicine (you feel me ). When I heard speak of this vision, I felt the call. For this gathering to follow the skirt tails of my Saturn return’s end is profound, a question from my ancestors, guides, and Creator. Will you heed the call?
Will you step into the full potential of your most authentic self? Or will you self sabotage?
I will say I managed to successfully do all of the above, because I am human, and yet I saw incredible growth had indeed occurred. The moments where I stumbled or doubted myself leading up merely served my ability to show up more deeply for this immersive experience, sharing circle medicine, fellowship, and Womanhood.
I felt I had landed.
Presence is the gift of a regulated nervous system, and Glimmers occur with an above the line frame of mind ( ). We rewrote stories of shame to reverence through witnessing each other and sharing in ritual. We felt together. Lawd, we held our babies (in arms and wombs, minds and hearts); I hand pumped in company, sisters aiding in one another’s expression (literally and figuratively), feeling held in a milestone moment, my first night ever away from my son, first time being gone from him longer than a ten hour day, a big deal.
I found the bits of myself that felt distant reveal themselves through time with so many wonderful women, so many stories. I heard the words I used to speak to my teachers spoken to me; I felt full body gratitude for being recognized as a trustworthy guide on the journey of self-sovereignty. I experienced what it means for a self projected projector to “trust their spontaneous utterances,” and I shared in so much laughter this weekend. I saw women arrive tentative and leave grounded. I made so many connections that lit me up. Women need to gather.
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