How To Become A Wild & Free Woman
I’ve given dominion over my womb to many entities over the years.
To men
Doctors
Pharmaceutical Companies
The govt.
Some quite literally in practice
Others more in theory
Either way, I was outsourcing my greatest treasure - my own generative essence & creative potential.
I had no idea the value of what I was even holding, much less sacrificing willingly.
For what?
For feelings of false security. As a band-aid to cope with the terror I was unwilling to to acknowledge & face.
Fear of feeling my feelings
That there is no one coming to save me.
That “daddy” doesn’t always know best (& now what does that mean?)
That my body, my fertility, my health were solely mine to protect & care for.
That I might just be as powerful, capable, & magical as I was in my wildest dreams but I’d throw it away by not trusting in myself & staying small.
This is what womb sovereignty means to me.
Facing these realities, & being willing to show up for all of it. For my monthly cycle, my labor, my postpartum, my s€xuality, my womanhood, my fucking life - fully in my power.
Not alone.
But also not willing to pretend it’s not actually my work to do.
Not some man’s
Not some expert’s
Not some pill’s
Not some governing body’s
My power…my responsibility…& thus also my gift to the world.
This is why I felt so called to host a womb sovereignty summit, because it’s not only my personal medicine to share, but because these teachings are all about giving you back to yourself.
Remembering who you really are.
Sovereign.
Fertile in your creative potential, grounded in your body & in your deepest knowing.
If you are needing to witness this, feel this, remember this, then come be with me & the 20 incredible woman who are embracing & embodying their sovereignty & leading the way for a whole new paradigm of womb care.
Watch live and/or have lifetime access to all the recordings to watch on demand later.
As a woman, if the world has been feeling extra crazy to you as of recent, or if you’ve been questioning yourself because what you see around you is not congruent to what you feel inside…you are not alone.
In so many ways things seem…well fucked.
I witness it in my personal journey as well as in my work all the time.
Ex. Being inundated with toxic products, foods, & synthetic hormones that negatively impact our fertility, reproductive & overall health, making us sicker & even more reliant on drugs & doctors to “help” us.
More financial backing from employers to terminate pregnancy than mental health support or aid for working mothers in relation to maternity leave & childcare.
Birthing mothers being induced, pressured & fear-mongered into unnecessary medical interventions as the NORM in hospital settings.
Women “losing their rights” in a world where just the word “woman” has apparently become undefinable & un-inclusive.
So much of what goes on “out there” makes little sense to me but what DOES make sense, what has meaning & is not an enigma is my body & my womb.
She is as clear in her speaking & no bullshit as Mama Earth herself (bc she IS Mother Nature).
The other day at a potluck I was asked how I would describe the Earth.
No hesitation. I said “I am the Earth, an individual extension of her, as are all of you.”
The Earth, our Wombs, the Feminine, Women.
Sacred, Sovereign, Wild.
Inseparably Generative AND Destructive.
There is no gov’t, society, doctor, or man that can define nor confuse my understanding of these things…because they are me.
Yet I see it happening everyday.
The remedy is increased education & embodied experience of your womanhood, your womb, your cycling, your blood, & ancestral wisdom. This work is best done, as it ALWAYs has been done, in safe spaces, red tents, in community with other women.
This is how this wisdom gets shared & preserved. It’s not distributed by your doctor, broadcasted on the news, nor decreed by some government.
Our truth will never be found in those places.
It reminds me: I can’t do it alone.
That I tried was noble maybe, but misguided. The cost is far too great.
For many years my independence & freedom were my most prized characteristics.
Now, as a mother awaiting the coming of baby #2, those desires are somehow completely irrelevant to the needs of the moment.
I need a village.
And blessed as I am to have the most incredible partner who gives of himself to fathering with his whole body & soul, blessed that we both work from home, and that we make our own schedules, & even have in-home childcare 20 hours a week, it’s still not a village.
For the last week I’ve been battling nerve pain from a cracked molar. Meanwhile, Taylor slept on his neck weird & woke up unable to turn his head, incapacitating him for several days.
Somehow in this chaos we still find our way home to one other and yet…
I’m being stretch to my capacity. My physical body with this ever expanding belly, and how much I am being asked to hold. Humbling.
Not having familial support here feels like a travesty when that is something undeniably NOT lacking in Mexican culture. I see my young Mexican mom friends out without their babies more often than not. Although I don’t personally desire that degree of separation, I do still find myself envious that they have mothers & sisters nearby to shoulder the weight & enrich their children’s lives.
We left the village for the bright city lights to “make it” and now are discovering what we’ve made is either meaningless without family/community to share in it, or completely unsustainable on our own.
I’m certain returning home to ourselves is the first step. We must come home to our bodies, our emotions, our feminine essence.
Though once there, we needs call on the village to gather around us. To celebrate our homecoming, to honor our initiations, to be witnesses and helping hands.
In my dreaming the village in, I have been birthing a new offering.
