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Rising Earth Healing Arts

Transformational bodywork and therapies. Feminine empowerment and leadership coaching.

Somatic Healing Therapy
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08/08/2025

Calendula Musings

It is the morning after a sacred birth I attended yesterday

Supporting mother through her thresholds of childbirth spiritually, emotionally, and physically

Being in the center of the birth is a great blessing, and I believe a path one is initiated to through their own experiences

In her howls and pangs of discomfort, which opened the portal of her cervix ever more, I felt thousands of women and children's howling as they too were transformed by the experience of being birthed

We are birthed through life again and again, and sometimes our howls and wails, rage, and disgust are exactly what is needed to purge away the old - to dissolve the cervix between this world and the next

This is womb cosmology and the sacredness of the feminine that lives within us all. To be a devotee to the path of love and to bear witness to the suffering and commit to the tending and dissolving of that suffering within the self again and again is no easy path.

This is where Calendula comes in as her soft petals, bright orange and yellow halos, along with her sweet fragrance, gentle the frazzled parts of the body and spirit.

xo Christine Jude

07/29/2025

Two weeks ago, I had the privilege of serving as a guide to a group of LCSWs, sharing insights about my work with women. I could write thousands more pages on this topic (and perhaps I will).

During our brief two-hour session, I focused on the four rites of passage that girls and women cross—sacred thresholds that serve as nodes of deep spiritual and emotional transformation, imprinting on them for life, for better or for worse.

Too often, girls and women are dismissed when they attempt to articulate their feelings and perspectives while navigating these critical passages. When this happens, internalized shame and guilt settle in, blocking their inherent gifts and essence from the possibility of integration and embodiment—the very gifts we all benefit from when she is fully held and supported through these transformative moments. This support must extend beyond a purely cognitive lens to include her spirit, her body, her lineage—her wholeness.

Over the past few years, my practice has evolved organically. Women come to me not only for bodywork but because their souls feel truly seen. Together, we navigate the dark and tender places that lie behind the stuck, rigid, afraid, shameful, and guilt-ridden aspects of themselves—these are the gatekeepers of their feminine wisdom. When these aspects remain hidden, she stays hidden too.

Through meditation and soul mapping via the body's soma, we meet the lost parts of her and begin weaving them back into the fabric of her life. The memories don't disappear; instead, they transform into pearls of wisdom she carries forward. No longer extracting from her essence, they create new patterns in the tapestry of her life—patterns she honors and celebrates by sharing with others.

I created Somatic Wise Woman Therapy after meeting with a client week after week, beginning 3 years ago initially beginning as a craniosacral therapy and soon it was clear that the unfurling that was happening was deeper than a bodywork session - this was soul work.

If you are a mental health care practitioner, bodywork therapist,or in another field of care and support for girls and women, and this calls to you, dm me for connection.

xo Christine

07/22/2025

Mary Magdalena
Day of Remembrance
July 22

"The First Power: Darkness
What we Have Forgotten

If I could start over, from the beginning, I would start with the most invisible, the threads in the web of our ecosystem that are rarely named, much less revered. I would start by listing the names of the trees, the flowers, the seeds that carry the light that give us life, because we have forgotten. This is where our reverence has not yet reached.

I would start with frankincense and myrrh, with the Boswellia and Commiphora trees that made them. I would start with the honeybee and the sweet essential nectar it feeds on. I would start with what goes unnoticed, with what we haven’t realized is the most sacred among us.

I would start with the names of everyone we’ve excluded, of the street children. Of the millions slowly starving to death in plain daylight. I would start with the outsiders, the outcasts, I would start with every one of us who thinks we aren’t worthy of love just as we are. I would say each of their names, each of our names, who have been made into objects, who have been violated, who have had to survive by leaving the body altogether.

I would list the names of all the mothers who have known the unspeakable joy of gradually knitting life within her, of bringing life from the dark into the light. The mothers who have no idea where their heart is anymore, now that it’s also outside of them. The mothers who remind us, no matter who we are, that our first country was a woman’s body, and our first element was water, and that out first reality was darkness.

If I could write the beginning, it wouldn’t be in the light. It would be in the womb, in the dark, in a cave, in an egg. It would be to name all that had been left out of what’s holy. The blood, the body. Nothing real or imagined has ever happened without it.

If I could start again, I would install an altar within me. I would place the most sacred object inside it: my own heart.

(Continued in comments)

07/19/2025

🌸 Navel Cupping: Gentle Care for Your Sacred Center 🌸

Beautiful mama, your body deserves the most tender support as you navigate your fertility and postpartum journey. Navel cupping is an ancient practice that honors the wisdom of your womb space ✨

What is Navel Cupping? This nurturing therapy uses small cups placed lovingly around your navel - your body's energetic center - creating gentle suction that encourages warmth, circulation, and the natural flow of life force energy.

How Navel Cupping Nurtures You:

Expelling Wind & Cold: This sacred practice gently draws out trapped "wind" and "cold" from your belly - energetic blockages that can create sluggishness, bloating, and stagnation. When we release these energies, your body's natural vitality can flow freely again 🌬️

Moving Stagnation: Stagnant energy in your core can manifest as irregular cycles, digestive upset, or feeling "stuck." Navel cupping lovingly encourages movement - like a gentle river clearing debris, allowing your body's wisdom to flow unobstructed.

Postpartum Blessings: • Gently supports your uterus in finding its way home • Nurtures core strength and alignment with patience • Soothes postpartum digestive discomfort • Honors the healing of your beautiful belly • Encourages gentle detoxification

Fertility Gifts: • Brings warmth and nourishment to your womb space • Supports the natural rhythm of your cycles • Enhances your body's ability to receive nutrients • Releases tension held in your sacred pelvis • Restores energetic harmony to your center

Your navel is where you first received life - it deserves this loving attention. When we clear stagnation and invite warmth back into this space, we create the optimal environment for conception, pregnancy, and postpartum healing.

Trust your body's innate wisdom, dear one. Sometimes all it needs is a gentle invitation to remember how to flow.

How are you nurturing your sacred center today? 💕

07/02/2025

She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her.

And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…

~Safire Rose 🌹

06/25/2025

The Womb’s Seasons

The womb is a garden, she has her own seasons. Within each moon cycle, she moves through a rhythm: bleeding in winter (menstruation), blossoming in spring (follicular phase), ripening in summer (ovulation), and releasing in autumn (luteal phase).

Lately, I’ve been feeling more sensitive than ever. While the intensity of the world certainly contributes, this sensitivity seems to run deeper. I believe it is rooted in the womb itself, a mirror of the Earth’s womb and the greater womb of creation. What happens in one, echoes through all. It’s like plucking a string in the web of life, every womb, whether aware or not, vibrates in response.

My cycle is shifting into the White Moon rhythm: bleeding with the new moon and ovulating with the full moon. This pattern reflects a time of turning inward, deepening intuition, and emotional integration. During this phase, my energy withdraws from the external and turns toward the inner world. It becomes a season of emotional healing, relationship reflection, and soul-tending. I crave solitude and gentle care, space to shed and grieve what no longer serves.
To bleed with the new moon is to align with the moon’s winter. It’s a time when very little remains hidden in the shadows. As the old prepares to fall away, something new begins to stir beneath the surface, tender, raw, and wise. This is a sacred portal: vulnerability and transformation woven together.

Each cycle renews my womb garden, it never returns exactly the same. With every shedding, my body listens more deeply to the dark and emerges with greater clarity and sensitivity.

These recent moon cycles have brought me into deeper communion with my body, especially as I step into the early waters of perimenopause. This threshold is asking me to reconcile old patterns and meet new sensitivities with compassion.

I hear the voice of my future womb asking:
“Will you honor me by listening, even if it means disappointing others? Even if choosing me means being misunderstood?”*

*continued in comments...

05/29/2025

Conscious Conception🌹

An excerpt from my client notes. Discretion given to reveal only supportive information for those on the conception path with care to honor clients' sacred confidentiality.

I do not always receive the pleasure of writing my client notes like this... sometimes, they look like deep loss and grief along the conception path.

Today, I am grateful that I can be supportive through all of it through the lens of Mayan abdominal massage, shamanic womb practices, craniosacral therapy and the one that ties this all together - clear listening without trying to fix. A woman simply wants to be heard, and I have found so many liracles happen when she puts to rest the judgments of herself being "crazy, broken, too much. "... these are indeed the very things that make her whole, and they are so beautiful and not at all to be judged.

This wasn't an easy journey for this client, choosing a natural unmedicated conception journey after IVF. This involves a return to your organic menstrual cycle, tending to the belly and womb with massage, castor packs, herbs, and steams (sometimes)... most of all, a reconnection back to the natural rhythms of her womb.

Conception is a miracle, always.

"Client conceived on April 20, 2025, after 2 months of regular Mayan Abdominal Massage therapy. Her last treatment was April 14, 2025. She is 7 1/2 weeks pregnant. Some nausea. Suggested ginger and mint (she is already on it).

She heard the baby's heartbeat today for the first time. All scans show healthy pregnancy.

She will return monthly for integrative prenatal massage treatments."

xo Christine Jude

05/25/2025

“In my daughter’s shoes.”
This phrase is a salutation, a beckoning. If you've landed here, I imagine you’re curious about what I mean by it.

I want to begin by saying: everything in my life has led up to this phrase. In my daughter’s shoes. And it’s true, though for the first 30 years of my life, I had no idea I would ever birth a daughter. As a mother to a 13-year-old girl, I can now say with both shamanic insight and deep maternal knowing: everything I’ve ever experienced lives within my daughter’s shoes.

I wish I could say, “Let’s begin,” or “Let’s continue…” but honestly, I don’t know where this journey will take us. What follows is less a story and more a transmission of the Mother Heart.

The photo you see here was taken in my healing sanctuary during a photoshoot in October 2024. I had very little time to prepare, let’s be real, the idea of a photoshoot feels dreadful. Trying to “pimp ourselves out” for the work we do? Exhausting. And often, it's all for the illusion. The mask. The fanciful masquerade of what healing and therapy should look like.

After nearly 20 years in the wellness field, I can say this: most of what’s captured in a photo—yoga poses, sound baths, polished aesthetics represents about 0.000001% of what this path is truly like. It’s not real. And I’m over pretending.

Back to the shoot. That day was chaos. Amid the moxa, massage, craniosacral therapy, and incense smoke, I felt both present and elsewhere.

This photoshoot wasn’t about marketing. I wanted to show something real. Just two years before, I’d started dressing in a way that felt more like me. Sacred, adorned. But that day, it wasn’t the clothes that mattered it was the intention. I chose a photographer, Kristin, who I knew could see through the dark. A woman who could hold chaos and grace. A sister in spirit.

When she arrived, 12 years of unraveling poured out of me. She just stood there, smiling, holding it all with the knowing of someone who’s traversed the underworld. We shot the rituals, and then it was just me in the sanctuary I built.

Continue reading in my latest Substack. Link in comments✨️

05/19/2025

There are moments in life that defy language...

Where something ancient and sacred moves through the body, leaving an imprint far beyond understanding.

“There are moments in life that defy language, where something ancient and sacred moves through the body, leaving an imprint far beyond understanding. This session was that. I don’t fully grasp what happened, nor do I need to. What I do know is that what I felt was real, raw, radiant, and reverent. It was as though something beyond this realm moved between us. I’ve never been religious, but the only word that comes close is… sacred.”

This is the essence of the work I offer.
A space of deep presence, where the veil thins and the soul remembers.
Where grief is held gently in the arms of the Divine.
Where the nervous system softens and spirit can speak.

This is ceremony.
This is bodywork as devotion.
This is what happens when we meet the body as a holy vessel,
not to be fixed, but to be witnessed and reverently held.

“Each week we have built to this place... I walked in out of desperation and stayed because of the incredible possibility of transformation. To rise off the wreckage of my old life, to step into my new self with confidence and love. It is a journey I’ve never undertaken... but I know this is where I will find my wings.”

May every session be a return.
A reweaving.
A sacred remembering of who you truly are.

xo Christine Jude
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Address

2676 W Main Street
Wappingers Falls, NY
12590

Opening Hours

Monday	9am - 7pm
Tuesday	9am - 7pm
Wednesday	9am - 7pm
Thursday	9am - 7pm
Friday	9am - 7pm
Saturday	9am - 7pm
Sunday	9am - 7pm

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+18452883006

Website

http://www.risingearthhealingarts.com/

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