Weaving ourselves back home

Last night I had the honour of facilitating a women’s Breathwork ceremony that was birthed out of desire to reclaim and rekindle a most precious connection for women with their wombs.

This desire was born out of my own pain, disconnection and shame. It was born out of a deep sadness that this medicine bowl at the seat of my body is riddled with stories of pain, abuse, shame, denial and mistrust. It was born out of many many journeys into myself to retell those old stories.

Journeys to find my rage at what has been. Journeys into my anger, an anger that fuels my resolve to make changes and say ‘here and no further’. Journeys into my grief at all that has been lost. Journeys into my remembering of awe and gratitude for my darling lower heart, my felt sense of power and creativity. Journeys that have fueled my bone cracking love that will take risks and be seen and create containers of safety and respect for others called to attend to their own stories. All of this is deeply personal but also not personal at all. Moving fluidly between ‘I’ and ‘we’.

So last night I held a container for others to gather and meet themselves and their relationship to their own womb spaces. 

Not because I know more.

Not because I’ve done all the work (far from it).

Not because I think I know what is true for others.

But rather because I will fight tooth and claw for the right of others to know what is true for THEM.

I will hold a basket for others to unravel the unhelpful and weave in the new growth of belonging, self love and worthiness.

Within this container a beautiful group of women gathered to womb weave.  They weaved with their breath, their curious awareness and their courage to face the unknown within themselves. 

They picked at the seams of stories that no longer served them, they pulled at threads of expectations and shame written into their bodies that were not theirs. They weaved and stitched themselves back into belonging to themselves. They faced the cultural, ancestral and family lies about womanhood that had bound them (us) up so tightly that no light could get it. They also leaned into being supported by each other and those that have come before. They leaned into their mammal bodies that need other mammals to reorient and grow. They leaned into not knowing and being ok with feeling lost and unsure.

Clarity, self love, new understandings, freedom within, self compassion and deep inwards connections were mined from those fertile soils of their unconscious. They stalked their own inner wilderness and found new landscapes that they can now work gently back into how they engage in life.

All this and as well as bellies full of laughter and joy in the process.

I’m in awe of them.

I’m in awe of human courage and ability to shed layers and realign. 

I’m humbled by the power of Breathwork and somatic inquiry and what a privilege it is to share this work with others.