I first have to start with the disclaimer to say that I personally find the terminology and language of ‘trying to conceive’ a problematic energetic position to start out with. It has the tendency to keep you in a space of lack, feeling somehow ‘less than’ and can invoke an energy of chasing, reaching or efforting behind it. (I did a whole video about this on my Instagram you can check out here if you want to hear more on this.)  I prefer to use ‘Conscious Conception’ to describe the journey...

The first 40 days The ‘first forty days’ have been unexpected, once again. Now they are over And I have started to bleed. My stomach has slowly shrunk Like a forgotten balloon from months ago Crinkly and soft. You are in my thoughts daily, nightly,  In my feelings, my breath. I have seen you in birds, hovering above us, or hopping towards us, tiny and curious, or still. And I have seen you often in the sky; When it’s orange and on fire, or full of pink and purple and golden rushes trickling...

I was 16 when I first read ‘Mists of Avalon’by Marion Bradley – a profoundly beautiful and inspiring telling of the King Arthur myth from the perspective of the women surrounding him.  It was my first exposure to the ancient Celtic Goddess-centric form of spirituality and although on first reading I mainly took the story at face value as just another fantasy novel to lose myself in, something of the essence of the tale lit a small and quiet fire in the depths of my teenage heart.  Fast forward...

For as long as I can remember, I have always been an over thinker, considering an outcome for every situation and motherhood has just exacerbated the fact. Motherhood for me was never a choice, having children was something I always intended to embark upon at some point in my life. It was always filled with beautiful ideals of family life, heavily influenced by my own childhood. The youngest of three children, my parents have been happily married for over 40 years and in all honesty, not once...

Trigger warning – this article speaks about Still Birth  In 2009, at 29 weeks pregnant my daughter was born still. Never would I have imagined a silence so loud, so deafening. I was 21 years old and newly married. I’d spent months observing and feeling her developing patterns as she grew in the safety of my womb. I was looking forward to birthing my baby and hearing her precious murmurs. Somehow, on a rainy July afternoon, in a brief moment of a few words spoken by a doctor: “I'm so sorry but...

The womb is our Root. It is the seat of our creativity and power. It is the portal through which life and creativity flows and it is a gateway for our deepest knowing. Despite the innate, knowledge and wisdom she holds for each of us, many of us (even those of us who may have conceived and had children) can still remain disconnected from our womb. Maybe, we only think of our wombs in relation to our monthly cycles, which through patriarchal conditioning, is often treated as an inconvenient...