Gestating

Welcome to my new blog and developing heartwork. 💜

Whether there's a developing human inside our womb or a new project in our life, there are similar cycles of heightened activity, required rest, wild emotions, and lingering doubts opposed with absolute certainty. 

And of course, needing-to-wait-because-some-things-are-out-of-your-control-and-who-knows-how-or-when-it-will-all-come-together. 

The universe seems to have a great sense of humor over the human notion of "time".  😆

A few months ago, I felt a strong urge to delete my previous websites, and more significantly - stop focusing on plant medicine teaching. I could feel something very new wanting to come in. . . it wrapped itself around me and I could not ignore what it was offering. In order to accept this incoming gift, I had to let go of who I thought I was supposed to be. 

Releasing those old versions of myself was the sacrifice/death required, and I experienced the panic, grief, and roller coaster of thoughts and emotions that ensue when something you knew and loved is gone. And then I went on a cross-country road trip to help some family members move. 

A journey changes you. 

If you're wise, you'll allow it. 

If you're human, you'll keep stumbling over your old habits until you realize they're in the way of what you want. < le sigh >

I'd been back home a week when I asked the same question that I've been asking for months: "What's the name for my next creative container to serve from?"

After working through a handful of ideas for a few hours, something finally shifted. 

My thoughts softened to wondering, and then the alchemy began. I heard my soul speak and was able to discern how I want and am willing to express that voice in the world. I recalled a lesson from my road trip. . .

If I want to know the answer that will be for my highest good, I need to let go of any expectations of how that miracle will arrive. The more my mind gets tangled in the process, the less likely I am to recognize the gift when it arrives.

When I stopped trying to "figure it out" and asked from an honest desire to know the truth, the name came. . . Medicine Mothers. 

A palpable sense of belonging settled into my body, heart, and mind, and I knew - that's the name I've been waiting for. 

This sacred container is a place of sharing medicine stories from the perspective of divine mothering:  diverse and deep approaches to healing. . . paths for discovery and expansion . . . a nod to the past and bow to the future. . . a synergy of stories and offerings from the various Medicine Mothers who wish to share their wisdom. Grace and Gratitude have opened the door to welcome us in.

If I'm being honest about it, I have no idea where things are going yet. 

And it's kinda freakin' meow-t (as my grandcat Pabu would say). 

But my curiosity and faith have the better of me at the moment, so here we are, at the beginning. 

If you stick around long enough, you'll discover my love of puns and probably some sarcasm. If talk of death and the divine feminine makes you uncomfortable, feel free to pull up a chair and see what you can learn about yourself as you walk the medicine path with us. 

This blog will be the working space while I build the website container and connect with my kin who are part of this creation. 

I know plants and animals have wisdom to share, along with the mountains and waters. I know there are humans whose medicine work resonates with mine and we'll come together when things are aligned for the highest good of all. 

And I'm sure there are Medicine Mothers to meet along the way who will terrify the bejeezus out of us because facing fear and ego is transformative. Medicine is truly everywhere.

Are you a Medicine Mother? Let's connect! Email me and let's see what flows. . .