Mother. Midwitch. Birth Keeper. Medicine Maker. Plant Lover. Earth Dweller. Dreamer. Yoga Teacher. Singer. Writer. Mover. Seeer. Facilitator. Connecter. Gatherer. So many things.
Impossible to encapsulate with a singular title, I, like all womyn, am a deep ocean with many currents flowing under the surface. My dreams are vivid, my convictions strong. I am a holder of space for wimyn birthing in their power, in the safety of their homes. I am a keeper of sacred wimyn’s circles, where the tradition of storytelling and wisdom of the lunar cycle are preserved. I have a deep reverence for traditional knowledge, self-led healing, and bone-held wisdom. I turn to plant allies, wise teachers, my altar, the goddess, and my breath in times of need. I am grounded into the earth I live on, I flow, and I hold a critical lens up to the dominant culture that surrounds me. I feel my way through the world and choose to honour rites of passage for the formative and transformative magic which they hold, and take personal responsibility for myself, for my life, for my family, for my community.
This life presents us with opportunities to expand our being, heal our lineage, revel in mystery, and release any imagined control. Not to be taken for granted, I choose to sit with and in it all.
Live by intuition.
Live by the seasons.
Listen to the whispering of plant medicine and animal wisdom.
Magic exists all around us if only we open our wise eye.
This life isn't to be lived for anyone else, by any outside measure.
Our divinity is not to be veiled.
Persecuted throughout history,
She is a force.
She deals in truth alone,
even if by cunning craft.
Her cup is full.
Her wisdom lay deep in her bones.
She is self-assured.
Photos by Adelaide Rodgers Phototgraphy