We are born into the hands of a gloved medical practitioner. Where are the wise women? We experience our first menstrual bleed with embarrassment and shame. Where are the wise women? We become pregnant and struggle to find a path that feels right. Where are the wise women? We give birth in the presence of strangers and are touched by those same gloved hands. Where are the wise women? We learn to breastfeed through tears, pain and anxiety. Where are the wise women? We experience the ache and turmoil of matrescence with loneliness and confusion. Where are the wise women? We mother our children through anger, guilt and despair, trying desperately not to have them relive our childhoods. Where are the wise women? We struggle to communicate and feel connected in our relationships. Where are the wise women? We begin to question the narrative we have been sold about womanhood and motherhood and we wonder in anguish, where are my wise women? Why aren’t they here for me? Where is my village of women ready to nourish me and hold me at each of life’s rites of passage? If we feel a lack of wise women, able to hold us through our rites of passage, let us become those wise women so our daughters and granddaughters can say. I feel held by my wise women. Our blueprint, as women, is to have that village of support. It is a primal need. It is in our DNA. Do you feel it?
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AuthorI live in Darwin in Australia's Tropical North and am the mother of four beautiful children. I am blessed with working with women through their fertility, preconception, pregnancy, birth and early motherhood journeys. I am committed to lifelong learning and am interested the childbearing cycle, natural parenting philosophy, menstrual cycle awareness and the spiritual journey of motherhood. Archives
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