A Love Letter to the Wise Woman Within

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I know you haven’t heard from me in quite sometime.
SO much has been happening in my world amongst the incredible curb of sleep deprivation that comes as a result of a little one that doesn’t like sleeping much, an energetic 3yo and a Sassy, pre-pubescent 9 year old.

Life is chaotic and beautiful at the same time and I am grateful and so blessed for these times- even though they leave me in desperate, exhausted tears at 1am in the morning sometimes… I know this window of time together as a family is a short one (before my babies grow up, leave the nest and have babies of their own maybe).
Which has piqued my inspiration for writing today, as I would like to share a practice of mine that I have been using for years.
It is one that allows me to continually cultivate emotional resilience in the most mentally/physically and emotionally challenging times, and it is accessed via one question…

What would my Wise Woman do?

As you may know, I am completely aligned to the archetype of the Wise Woman. She (that embodied ancestral elder that I am on course to becoming) guides me in life to make important decisions and changes.
When I feel stuck, I go walk barefoot on country and listen… Listen to the great Mother breathe in her gentle rhythm- beyond the pulse of culture and social constructs, technology and duty.
I sit in stillness (this can be done in the flux of overwhelm and chaos- there is a calm and serene place I retreat to inside myself) and call her forth… Asking for Her guidance, to help steer me on my path.
From a multidimensional perspective- ‘SHE’ is ever changing, as all of my choices weave a different path to HER, though the essence of who she is and what she stands for are the same, her expressions can change.

Donna Raymond. Wise Wombman DreamingThe Mystic in me can see all potentials ahead, multiple timelines I could traverse, and as my path twists and turns, so too does the expression of my Wise Woman as she is affected by all of my choices to date. If she is my ultimate potential and expression of Higher Self, then she KNOWS the clearest path to her, well maybe not the clearest, more like the one with the most transformational change and development to lead me to her. It’s as though when I connect with her, she is birthing me anew each time.

Humble and in service, She calls me home.

As I work with empowering women to create transformational change in their own lives, what I am really doing is facilitating the experience of remembering. Connecting with the inner wisdom- through the womb or not- we all have access to that part of ourselves that knows better.
That parental self, the intuition and inner knowing… It is all inside.
Right at our fingertips if we would, for a moment, remember that we don’t always need to reach outwards in seeking something other, rather turning inwards to receive ourselves fully in wholeness.

Sometimes that means working with a Mentor, Friendtor, Therapist, Counselor, Coach etc. Other times it is removing all distractions- and yes, this includes the next webinar, course… the latest therapy/healing modality etc… As much as these can be beneficial- they can also become a codependent crutch and a way for us to escape and hide from ourselves- under the guise of self-development. The Neo Cortex thinks we are doing the work…  cos we are sooo “BUSY” immersed in thing after thing… as being alone, with your own thoughts and feelings is confronting as fuck- just ask someone experiencing severe depression!

So my point to all of this, and one that I share with my clients, is that we are on the path of learning to trust our inner wisdom. Yes, education is critical for developing this, in these times it is imperative to question everything- even your own intention. Keep checking in, and be radically honest with yourself. Respect comes from a space of authenticity.

So I call to you, sister… in this moment, right now- what would your Wise Woman want you to know/do?
More importantly, will you listen to her, will you trust and allow her to guide you forward?
Will you answer her call?
So much love and many blessings

Donna xx


*Photography by Chanel Baran

The Sacred F*ck It Point

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The Sacred Fuck It Point… I’m becoming familiar with this space

So it’s 12:45am as I begin to write this. I’m laying in bed, mattress on the floor listening to the rain fill all the outside spaces with its loud roar. I feel strange, I am not sure if its because I received the news that my cousin is in intensive care with a head injury, or the fact that I have just read through countless stories of abuse which women have so openly shared with me after I released a survey yesterday…

And here I am nonchalantly watching the clock tick back…. Feeling something stir… knowing I “should” have been in bed hours ago…

But I’m here… awake…

In between states of doing and being… listening…

And so I pick up my laptop and go to my room… something that I don’t really do unless I want background music playing…

Deep breaths… here it comes. oh, it’s coming…

I am fucking scared… and I have been for a long time… to share my journey over the last 2 years ‘publically’ to share MY story… the side that I have kept fiercely private, suffering in silence… and so I boldly step forward… I’ve reached the point of no return… I call this…

fuck itThe Sacred Fuck It Point…

Fuck all my fears and insecurities, of holding my tongue out of ‘respect’… where the shortcomings of which show me where I am actually disrespecting myself… disrespecting the platform that I have to speak… Disrespecting the privileges that I have to be able to do this… as a soon to be 30year old ‘white’, heterosexual woman living in a safe country…with a roof over my head, food in my belly and access to the internet through various devices and various technology and tools to express my passions and creativity… I am able to share in the joy of watching happy and content children free to wander and explore their world with curiosity. I have no stress to pay rent or ward off sickness or predators. I  must honour this privilege and use it for growth and change in service to the greater good of humanity….

OH. HUMANITY… where for art thou?

Truth is I’m fucking blessed…

and I acknowledge that privilege for being born into a middle class Australian family. I’m the first to admit the idiocy of my “first world problems” keeping my feet firmly grounded as I walk my path.

My Facebook feed is a cacophony of dichotomies… and I’m absorbing all of this sensory information through my eyeballs that sometimes want to shut off to all the bullshit and violence that I see… I want to disconnect and disengage…but I know this is lighting an internal fire in me.

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artist unknown.

At my last Womb Temple in Townsville I shared the medicine of Lilith and Kali… and feel these archetypes stir in me now… calling me to use my voice, to craft my written words like daggers and spears to pierce through the veils of my own comfort and illusion…

Shake up to Wake up

And I sit and I think about this wave of feminine energy rising… More and more women are being called back to remember the ways of the Goddess and well, some are not… and that is cool too!

Through the pathways of the Priestess, my remembering has shifted old beliefs deep in my psyche… Holy moly my journey has taken me to some wild places within. Fierce, Raw and Wild… the primordial mother tongue speaks… and I listen intently.

Externally, what I am seeing is this shyness to embodying the DARK FEMININE… Archetypally represented in many different facets, which all share the same threads and are often depicted or represented symbolically in a negative light, such as Lilith and Kali.


Because THAT side of the feminine is fucking powerful…. Untamable!

She is Nature and Nurture… Death and Birth, Creation and Destruction coexisting in the same space, walking a sacred balance of creation…

And a huge threat to the patriarchal construct.

Boom… HERstory must be acknowledged!

The dark feminine is rising, and she is fucking full force power…. The primordial mother is pissed off. and rightfully so… look at the state of the world right now… what will the future generations of children experience as custodians of the land and dreaming?

I am 20 weeks pregnant and with my womb nurturing another little Goddess, I am feeling this potent mama energy more fiercely than ever before. Being pregnant makes me EXTRA sensitive to the complexities of the world as I am receiving sensory information that is imprinting my unborn baby, I have to be mindful of what I am absorbing… but also, not walking in naivety.

Lets acknowledge a few things here:

Land of the Free- Mark Henson

Land of the Free- Mark Henson

Let’s face it… There is mass cultural genocide happening in Australia, PNG, Palestine (Gaza) ,Syria, Africa, Pakistan, USA and other places in the the world

Our indigenous wisdom keepers are being forced off their homelands…

Our water is being tainted, bottled and sold

Our Food Security is being hijacked

Our natural Temples and libraries are being burnt or turned to pulp.

Suicide and Depression is on the rise…

Domestic Violence is destroying the healthy constructs of family and relating.

Drug Abuse/Addiction is on the rise, and newsflash the biggest drug dealers in the world wear suits!

Our sacred rites of passage and initiation have been commodified and systemized which disempowers us.

Mass shootings are becoming ‘normalised’

Governments invest more money into the military industrial complex and war machine then they do in public health and education… into looking after our elders.

Innocent people seeking refuge and asylum are being locked away as prisoners of a war they are victims of.

Symptoms of a world gone mad…oh, you’re not coping… here’s a fucking pill… get back to work…


I’m not writing this to be pessimistic… perhaps a little ranty… it’s just that my tolerance level for this is seriously waning..

I’M MAD AS HELL… And Hell Hath no fury like a woman scorned…

This is the threshold of crossing the Sacred Fuck it Point… where niceties are pushed aside for standing Moral ground…Standing for Meaning… Standing for Truth…Standing for Freedom and Beauty… for Kindness… because if not YOU then Who? We are all a ‘somebody’ and when we all join together we create waves of transformation!

Yea, sure we can all turn the other cheek and throw ourselves to the wolves but that’s not solving anything.

Ignorance is not Bliss… Ignorance is, Ignorance.

What’s the cure of this social dis-ease


And how do we build that?


How is that created?

Through TRUST, vulnerability, accountability and authenticity

A-life-unlived-quote-1024x681In my opinion it’s becoming FULLY SOVEREIGN and responsible for Self, particularly our emotional and mental health. This means owning your story unashamedly. Being bold and curious to express yourself respectfully. Being empathic towards others and helping where/when you can.

Being really really YOU.

Beyond what people want you to be, think, feel..

being autonomous and open to express yourself open heartedly with passion and creativity.

Share your story.. not out of wounding… but from a place of empowerment…

because you now what…

You have to own it so it doesn’t own you!

And so I’ve started writing a memoir. A deep soul excavation… from all of my Sacred Woundings and Imprints.. all the lessons I have learnt and wisdom I have acquired along the way…

What of wisdom if it is not shared?

Reading through these heartbreaking stories in these surveys and feeling into other women’s stories and pain, I began to be able to articulate something that I have felt for a while now…

You liberate yourself from suffering the moment you see the value of your pain. The gift and beauty within the chaos

Your Pain becomes an Asset, it becomes of value…

Part of the Journey out of victim into survivor is owning and claiming our stories, no matter how hard or long that journey in suffering and pain was for.

Everyone processes abuse and trauma in different ways. It depends on our beliefs and attachment mechanisms and trauma bonding.

Trauma bonding infuses the abuse cycle, so what if we were to REFRAME the context as a healthy anchor… the next time a trigger comes up, we have certain tools at hand to RESCUE OURSELVES…. Wiring ourselves as the victors, and we enter in to the realms of self championing and mastery.

cos you know what…

Silence is the best friend of Abuse.

And Radical Self Love is the cure.

This I know, I have been journeying with it since I was small… There are certain people that know different parts of my story, but this evening I had this insight… that If I am to keep this all inside and not DO something with this than my experience becomes meaningless…

All those nights of intense catharsis, feeling completely broken and alone become wasted… all for what?!?

I may not have had any choice is some experiences, some I played a role in, but the reality is…if I just sit and dwell in story and worry then I am actually disrespecting myself…

And I become my abuser.

Healing becomes a committed journey once you reach the Fuck it Point…

the, Enough is Enough…

If I look back and think, Why did that have to happen to me?

Then there is someone else out there that can be spared the similar thread of story

If we can honestly sit with an empathic heart, feeling a deep connection to everyone… then how could we let this happen to others? How could we turn the other cheek… and a blind eye?

This is when I realised that my pain and suffering had value… it’s not a burden but a blessing… now I have a language to connect with others.

my invisible scars become whispers of strength and courage

All of a sudden the experiences have a deeper and more profound meaning, which ignites a fire inside that only those that have experienced being completely powerless will understand.

We are our biggest problem but we are also our Solution.

a331b18c0d70f7780740e63446e5ee85By speaking up and out I claim my story…. my pain body and my suffering. It no longer has a hold on me.

I no longer hide in shame or suffer in silence. I liberate myself from my own shackles.

I acknowledge where my weaknesses have been, I’ve mapped my underworld… my shadow plane…. We’re now pretty good “friends” cos I’ve had frequent visits, behind closed doors… inside the stillness of the night through internal screams and echoes of voices all conspiring against my beauty of being. I dragged myself there out of Guilt, Shame and Self pity.

Truth is I am fucking strong! I’m still here… showing up… and that means something!

The thing about abuse is that it lives on way longer than any act in the moment.

I can’t shake my head at the current statistics of Domestic Violence in this country and not do something…

To stay silent is to enable this unhealthy behaviour to continue.

To speak from a place of empowered reason provides the platform for growth and change. You elevate yourself archetypally from Victim, to Survivor to Prophet.

Just as Nelson Mandella said,

“As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.”

So Fuck it… let the shackles go…

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You have full permission to be the best version of yourself RIGHT NOW! Dare to be bold and different. Speak up for those who have lost their voice.

Be kind and generous EVERYDAY… The world needs your special spark, your smile and your laughter.

You are here to be beautiful, to know love and to be love. Don’t let ANYONE or any story keep you from realising that.

May you find peace in your body… Your only real home on this adventure. May your home be kept de-clutterd and healthy. May it inspire you dance your dance and sing your song, showing you how magnificent you truly are. I hope you claim that. I hope you see it. Be kind to yourself during these wild times. For this will be a legacy we pass on to the children of the world.

Love is…

Donna xx






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Deep Remembering: Birthing My Medicine Drum.

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I’ve been calling in my Medicine Drum to use in ritual and ceremony for almost 2 years. I am a firm believer in the Lore’s of the unspoken… of Spirit, that when you send a request, it will be answered when you are truly ready to receive and embody the gifts and medicine of that which you seek. Not when you “think” you are… there is a stark difference and when you come full cycle, you can look back and laugh at your naivety. That has been my experience.

And so, I have patiently known that my drum and I were seeking each other. I looked on etsy and found a gorgeous Teardrop frame shamanic drum… tempting, as it was to purchase, from a master craftsman too… I was told a firm no.

An initiation awaits… I must be patient…

As with most of my initiations from Spirit… I can feel when I am entering into the dance… there is a type of stirring that surrounds me in the ethers… and I become still… listening for my calling… for the directions…

I have no idea how or when I found and started following Gypsy aka “Sacred Hunger” on Instagram. I felt an instant sister connection, must have been the Wedge tail wings she was preserving at the time, or some other animal medicine… but I felt drawn to her for reasons beyond my knowing. Not only is Gypsy a Shamanic Midwife, trained by Jane Hardwicke Collings (a woman I respect deeply for her gift of service to the world) but also a Death Doula. Something I had been tuning into for a while and felt called to look into further. Knowing that I would most likely fulfill this role in my community (wherever that may be) after I reared my children.

One day I saw that Gypsy was facilitating a Medicine Drum Workshop down on the Central Coast of NSW.

It was like a BAM confirmation…

Sacred Hunger

I asked if she would come north to facilitate a Medicine Drum Workshop. Gypsy agreed, as she would be in the area mid August. I put my feelers out to see if there were enough numbers to make it worth her while.

The day after I posted online I received a few emails from women in my community letting me know there was a local practitioner who was facilitating a Medicine Drum Workshop in the same month and that there was another woman, initiated into Native American healing that also created drums….

How did I not know about this… In the whole 2 years of calling it in… Then organise someone to come and find out there are locals doing it… Oh so funny!!!!

I felt strongly about getting Gypsy to come up but out of respect, contacted one of the local women as felt right to support someone close to home, though she was not interested in facilitating something in Kuranda.

So we locked in a date. All the while Gypsy and her family were journeying through the NT. With little communication, things just seemed to flow… not smoothly… but flow nonetheless.

Unfortunately for me the weekend that the workshop was to take place had everything that could go pear shaped did kind of vibe- consequently I was unable to journey with the others who had booked in.

The Journey: Labour

My active journey started late on Sunday evening, reflecting on my birth and birthing Auruara and Maia with both Gypsy and her partner Karl. I have processed my birthing imprints many, many times before, so it was quite easy for me to access the wisdom and answer a particular set of guiding questions. One particular prompt, gave me a slight “aha” moment with regards to my birth and how that relates to my creative projects.

Afterwards I lay in the Womb Temple, making myself comfortable with the lights dim, deer hide beside me so I could feel the dried skin underneath the palm of my hand. Karl initiated the shamanic journey for me to meet the spirit of my deer. Gypsy explained some of the processes a little more in depth.

Then they both began to drum over my relaxed body.

6/4 rhythms perhaps, the tones of their drums began to quiet my mind.

I set my intention to journey inwards to connect with the Spirit of this Deer, to anchor the medicine that it carries and to embody that with full reverence for its life as a sacrifice in service to the whole.

I felt myself dissolve into myself… collapsing like the birth of a star; I disintegrated into the soil beneath the foundations of the Temple. My heart mind scattered into a mycelia network… a super highway of microbiology penetrating the subterranean layers of the Earth… Until I was inside a cool dark chasm…. Everything was suddenly still… and so quiet… as if I was inside a deep vacuum of space and time… into the eternal void of nothingness…Darkness… the womb of creation… I waited… patiently I became silent, my breath long and drawn deeply.

“Where are you?” I called.


I waited… for what seemed like an eternity within a minute or two.

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And then a meek figure appeared.

There she was, coy and timid, poking her head around what seemed to me the side of an old tree. She was so sweet and beautiful, a very dainty Doe, small and slender. She oozed a gentle beauty and grace. I was taken a little as I had imagined a very powerful spirit to emerge, as I wanted to feel a ‘powerful’ energy.

We connected and she spoke to me saying that the power and strength comes through me, and through her softness of grace and beauty, together radiates from her skin into the world. I will hold her as she holds me.

Then my vision shifted and I saw an almighty stag… like holy fricken wow…. He was so impressive to look at and he just stood there, with these massive antlers, like a guardian of some sort. It was her ancestor and I then travelled through her bloodlines, and saw that the masculine energy was very strong and grounded, which

allowed the feminine essence to be soft and gentle.

native american fire dance

Everything made sense to me. This was the medicine intoned in my drum. This is what I have permission to work with.

Then I heard singing in the distance. Native American with hints of Indigenous Australian. The singing became louder until I found myself invited to a campfire with people dancing all around me… chanting… singing… swirling energy, welcoming me home, here, by the fires of grandfather spirit under the light of grandmother moon. I took my place with grace and a smile. I was initiated and gifted songs and rhythms, then everyone celebrated and I started to come back into my body.



The Process: Birth

Using a template I then cut the rawhide for the face of the drum and the lacing I would need to weave and stretch onto the hoop/frame. This was then suspended in water to soak over night. I placed one of my large crystals on top of the hide to hold in place. Then went to sleep.

Intense travelling on the astral planes that night!

The next day the process was a self initiated journey making my medicine drum. We were going to go out to Davies Creek to sit in a very special and sacred spot to me, but because it was raining, I decided to stay home (with all my creature comforts) and weave my drum from the Womb Temple.

There were some funny moments where the lacing became knotted and tangled and I would pause to ask,

“What does this mean?”

As much as there is deep medicine in this process, I found it also humourous in how I work very quickly and sometimes in very unorthodox ways… Having a light heart made the process very enjoyable. I would stop a few times to brew a cup of tea and stretch my body.

Overall I completed my drum in approx. 4hrs.

In a nostalgic kind of way, it felt like I had done this many, many times before. A deep remembering took place, weaving and stretching the skin. Working with and honouring life in a ceremonious way. There is something deeply humbling and revealing about working with skin…with the sacred balance of life and death… connecting with the Spirit of the animal, listening deeply to receive the wisdom and medicine from it’s life force that will take on another form in the use of a Sacred object or talisman.

Nothing is forgotten or lost…

Completion: Nurturing my Newborn

After around 2 weeks she is dry enough to play and I have noticed some interesting tones… ranging from a deep primal resonance, to an uplifting high note… and a few smooth mid-tones… so cool!

Now, another journey awaits, to source a branch to craft into a beater. Davies Creek is calling me, though I went to my favourite creek a short drive away and managed to source a perfect back up or perhaps one to practice carving.

Since the bEarth of my new baby, I have received, or rather remembered, some ‘new’ songs and I look forward to sharing in the future.

As I continue to form an intimate relationship and journey with my drum, I am feeling called to intone the skin with the blood from my womb, such an act will be another rite of passage, all in time, which will aid in taking women on deep Shamanic Journeys into the womb, via the primordial heartbeat… the drum.


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An Intimate Journey into the Womb- Evoking the WombSong- and exploring my role as facilitator.

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It took me 2 days in preparation, cleaning out the school hall, sweeping and singing up the room in order to create sacred space to journey with with women, deep into the womb and collective feminine expression. It was no easy task that is for sure, especially after being bed-ridden with mastitis from letting Maia sleep on my chest. The milk fever sent me into a weak delirium and I am so thankful to have support around me to be able to rest. It bought up old memories of having blocked ducts and being a single mother- being unwell in bed, hardly able to move and yet still summoning the strength to look after a little one! At times when I look back on that journey I can’t fathom how I managed to do some things… I just did it I guess.. there was no other option but to keep pushing forward regardless of the pain or fear! For some of you reading this, that will strike a chord… It’s a challenging journey for sure and one that I am so blessed is not my present experience of life… For all you single mamas, or with partners who work away or are not fully present… I feel you!

So by 4pm on Saturday afternoon, the space was finally set, the energy felt clear and I was ready… only challenge now was to get Maia settled and asleep before I could leave her at home with Adam. She usually goes to sleep around 6pm when the outside sunlight starts to fade behind the rainforest trees across the road. I needed to leave the house at 6pm, so to navigate around this I put some dark sheets up over the curtains to make the room perfect for little miss Maia to settle in. It worked, with more hesitation then I have ever felt before, I left the house and headed for the School Hall where the workshop was being held. Even though I know Maia would sleep through and that she would be perfectly fine, with the best alternative back up plan in place if she were to wake (as my mother could not come up as was initially planned)… my heart still skipped a beat leaving her home… at 5 months old!

I arrived at the school hall at 6:30 with enough time to light candles and incense before my guests were to arrive for a 7pm start. That sickly nervous feeling in my stomach started to creep in- very familiar to the moment before I’ve gone on stage to perform in the past… I breathed through this feeling and any doubts that rose to the surface with it. It was hot- and as I looked around at the hall in recognition of all the work I had to do to prep the space, I caught myself thinking “why do you do this Donna?!” Sometimes I ask that question more often than not, and I usually come back with the answer “To Serve.. to help others heal” It’s a challenging process as facilitator when no one really sees the energetic input for what you have to offer… the months researching and cultivating the tools to share, the hours sourcing the perfect venue or prepping the sacred space, then holding that space as facilitator, being available and present with your participants and then cleaning the space and unpacking afterwards. Phew… it’s certainly a huge task, albeit challenging at times, but one I do love and hope that some day in the near future, I can hire an assistant or two!

The first participant arrived a little early which was great, I love it when women are committed to their healing journey that they arrive early to become familiar with the setting. 7:30pm came and only 5 women had shown… I started to feel a little unsettled as there was a lot to be shared before delving into the deep womb work.

Having late attendees really throws you a curve ball.. Do you just start? Or wait a little longer? How does this affect the people that have arrived on time?… How flexible can you be with your course content?… How much will participants then miss out because of late arrivals?

A few more women arrived and I decided to start- even though I was expecting over 20 women to attend, being mindful that 3 had already cancelled. To top all of that off, there were two women who had a “story” together that didn’t know either one was attending…

Both women sat together in sacred circle and I am SO Proud of them for staying true to their own healing journey.

All this made for an interesting dynamic to navigate around though, and definitely a test as a facilitator to keep the space sacred for others… Ah wow… all this and we hadn’t even begun yet…

And then, with the trust and commitment of all present, some deep majick was woven into the night… Evoking the WombSong!

Emu Egg Dreaming

 Evoking the WombSong Circle

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evoking the wombsong sacred circle

sacred womens circle

Yeah, I felt a bit pressed for time with some of the processes I had developed and in hindsight, I know that there are definitely ways in which I will fine tune this workshop and other material I would like to offer… but as the first intensive of it’s kind, I feel that it was a huge success! The success being measured by the overwhelming positive feed back, hugs and thank-you’s I’ve received. This kind of recognition makes my heart smile and to see and hear the difference that it is making in women’s lives makes all the effort worth while!

Overall I am blown away with how deep the 15 women went into themselves. The nature of this work can be quite confronting for some, and yet I feel within the sacred circle of sisters, the shared vulnerability makes for a potent symbiosis of growth- both directly and vicariously. In circle we are all equal- all present to reflect on self, to sit and heal. Story become irrelevant in the present moment which allows the dynamic to tune in deeply to where emotional trauma can be anchored. The more I journey with women and witness this process in action, the more I am humbled to be of service to this womb work! There is so much beauty in wombman when she is navigating the internal wombspace, singing her song in the way that only she knows how…

So much reverence I have for all the beauties who instilled their trust in me to guide them through this process… I have so much love and respect for the courage they have shown by giving themselves permission to step outside of their comfort zones and try something new and peeling back the layers!

When I arrived home at midnight, Maia had just started to stir. I was delirious by this stage, but felt that great sense of satisfaction that comes with the completion of a goal… I did it… and I feel great knowing that the healing journey has made an impact in the lives of the women who attended. Although most women have kept their process close to their hearts, I knew when I looked around the room during the closing circle, that some deep clearing had taken place and that the ripples from that will begin to gently surface and create healing in their wake. It is these moments, when I am quietly reflecting with wombman that I know this is what I am meant to be doing. Beyond all the doubts and fears that I process whilst discovering the role as facilitator, my dedication to hold space with pure intentions and being witness to these subtleties of wombman, gives me the courage to keep stepping up… to keep doing the internal work myself as ultimately I know that you can only take someone as deep as you have gone yourself- and I am not afraid of the depths nor am I afraid to admit that I am still learning too! We’re all in this together! xx

Love and Blessings xx

Photography (except for the emu egg) by CHANEL BARAN

Big love to Deya Dova for giving me permission to use her music in my workshops! Super grateful… as I absolutely love her new album Symbiotic!


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Solstice Blessings

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I had a really special and beautiful night to celebrate the summer Solstice. Auraura had gone out to dinner with her step-mum and upon her return home all sleepy eyed, I grabbed a candle and said,

“Hey! Auraura, come here… Do you know what night it is tonight? We are going to have a special ceremony”

“For poppy?” she replied.

“No darling, not for Poppy… for something else… go brush your teeth and I’ll meet you in your bedroom.”

Auraura was excited. There was a certain majick in the air, and I noticed she had caught it with the twinkle in her eye! I sat on the edge of her bed and waited for her to join me. She sat beside me on the bed. I proceeded to tell her that tonight was the Summer Solstice, that it was the longest day of the year and that’s when we honour and celebrate the Sun for all of its majick and life giving energy. (She thought that Solstice was when “the moon and the sun come together”- an eclipse) So, the candle that I held inside a turquoise lotus tea-light holder had drawn her curiosity. I told her that on Solstice we have a fire ceremony, to honour the sun, to transmute all discordant energy so that we can also align with the energy of abundance. We can use the element of fire to release any energy that no longer serves us, or we can use it to send out prayers. I asked her if there was any energy that she would like to release (I mentioned things like having bad dreams etc) or if there was a prayer she would like to offer to the world.

“I would like to release all bad energy in my body” she affirmed with confidence

“Oh, that’s a good one!” I replied.

I then told her to close her eyes and proceeded to take her on a short guided meditation.

“Imagine for a moment that you are the Sun. That you contain all the light inside of your body. Reach out your arms as wide as you can, and wrap them around the Earth with all the love that is inside your heart. Offer your blessings, prayers and good intentions to the Earth.

At this moment I circled the candle around her head in a spiral motion

Now bring your awareness to the energy that you wish to release tonight. Ok, now hold that intention inside your heart, breathe and feel it deeply… and when you are ready Auraura, give yourself permission to let go… and then blow the candle out!”

Auraura released her intention with the fire ceremony and then drifted off to sleep after a cuddle and a funny “sticky kiss” that we do nearly every night!

So mum duties had some to completion for the night, and I could now enter into the realms of ceremony, which I wanted to facilitate for my husband and two close sisters, Toddi and Maddi. I grabbed some paper, candles, singing bowls, lit some incense and prepared some tea. I tuned into my heart and acknowledged the Bulwai ancestors and all their song-lines, dreaming and wisdom.

We sat outside on the veranda and wrote down our intentions of what we would like to let go of, and what forms of abundance we would like to draw towards us. We sat for a moment in silence, I lit some Palo Sant and placed it inside a metal bowl and then offered our words to the fire.

solstice ceremony

solstice ritual
one by one we offered our intentions to the fire
working with fire
working with fire
solstice release
and the fire consumes…

After we released our fears, restrictions etc, I called for everyone to sit in silence for a moment.. to offer prayers to the Earth and all beings. For healing. We called in healing for Fukushima. We called in support to preserve the Great Barrier Reef which is currently being threatened. I started playing the singing/healing bowls and everyone took turns in sending out prayers to the world. This probably went on for about 30min and the collaboration was so incredibly beautiful and inspiring. I love my friends! My prayers were for all indigenous cultures to be acknowledged and respected, that we embrace the wisdom of the old ways and for all children to feel loved, safe and protected!

Maddi then blessed us with a song- her voice is so smooth and dances around octaves with a soulful elegance well beyond her years. Silence crept in and the ceremony was complete… which meant it was time to film my video blog! HA! I wasn’t sure on what I was going to talk about, but after sitting with these beautiful souls it suddenly became apparent. So here it is below… Just a simple one this week.

Just a gentle reminder to always acknowledge the original people of the land on which you stand/sit. For those of you who don’t know what country you are residing in- please take a look at the map at the bottom of this post, below the video!


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Indigenous Australia Map
Become familiar with Indigenous Country.



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Love is…(the medicine of heartbreak)

By | gratitiude, Insights and wisdom, Journey Work, Love | 2 Comments

Throughout my life I have traversed vast landscapes of human emotions- such intoxicating drama really! In the necessity to be seen and heard I stumbled upon a mantra long ago- etched into the chasm of an aching heart. Within these intimate walls I found it, scribed- with deep scarification as if I had been there before…many, many times… heavy and broken. In complete overwhelm, I allowed the words to seep through the cracks of my broken heart. In this intimate moment of chaos and confliction, a lotus bloomed from the murky waters of heart-ache. Each petal unfurled and plucked my heart strings with gentle resonance. So it was to be, as the lotus blossomed from the mud, I found the medicine of heartbreak:


I breathed a sigh of relief as the words offered a gentle reassurance to my bruised heart and tear soaked cheeks. I was young. 19 in fact and donning rose coloured glasses, I viewed the world with a sweet naivety that only growing up in the suburbs of a small town in Queensland can breed. The big city purred like an engine and I found myself floating helplessly outside  the vortex of the drumming drones, saturated in neon promises to fill my cup with shit I didn’t need. I may have been lost- rural girl like me, swimming in a sensory sea of stimulation, if it weren’t for being rescued by those simple words with such clarity. I was sitting on a rooftop in Melbourne- crafting a lengthly letter to a lover from a relationship that had just abruptly come to an end. I had a tendency to write and pour my heart out- often at times I would wear my heart on my sleeve for others to sit back and just watch it bleed! I didn’t mind though, I was being real- and yea, maybe my youth provided the fertile playing field for unnecessary drama- after-all I grew up watching TV and Hollywood movies- this is what it means to be an adult right? These were my reference points and I didn’t know any better.

Maybe it was the transformative energy of the Autumn Equinox that enabled this change of perspective. It happened whilst crafting this novel of a letter. I found myself consumed in thoughts and stories. The archetypal victim sprang forth, screaming of heartbreak ,dribbling heavy hearted accusations onto paper… as if to somehow validate its experience. You said that… you made me feel this…I’m so hurt… I love you so much… blah blah blah- purge purge purge! If I remember correctly (as it was almost a decade ago now) I think I got up to page 4 or 5 of this drool before I had the realisation… If I love someone.. than that is ok.. If they don’t love me back in the same way.. than that is ok too- and if that is so than if I am loving unconditionally than it wouldn’t matter either way! I would continue to love freely, honestly and with an open heart regardless. This AHA! moment snapped me out of victim mode and back into the front seat- steering this experience in a direction that I was happy with. I tore up the emotive ramble and started fresh. My tears spilled as did the ink from my pen.

The note read something along the lines of: “Dear…. I Love you, Love is”

Immediately after I finished this simple little note- I felt the weight of my heart ease. Suddenly the tears stopped flowing and I looked up to the sky and laughed! “It’s so simple- I get it!!!!” Wow- how much drama I could’ve created for myself.

So the lesson is, that Love is…

Love Is...

If you truly love someone than it is what it is- when we love unconditionally we free ourselves from the trappings of stories- and also provide the other person with their freedom to choose. Love is an energy and a state of  being. It can not be owned nor taken. It can not be lost our used to create restrictions. Love is expansive and all encompassing, it can grace you with it’s presence in a small fleeting moment or linger for however long you choose to accept it into you life. When we decide to step outside of the the story- and let go of all expectations, love flows and grows in ways we can never define or imagine. There is a great mystery to this vital life force energy that triggers us to somehow want to capture and possess it.

Taking the medicine of this mantra allowed me to find my way through the copious ‘dark nights of the soul’ which I found myself succumbed to. In the darkest moments when my heart felt like it was caving in on itself, when I was broken on the floor in a complete mess, I would often come back to these simple and profound words.

Love is… it just is… there is no need to label it, attach conditions to it that justifies its worth to someone else. Love is the fruit from the universal seed implanted inside us all- waiting to be nurtured, to blossom our hearts with grace and wonder. I love deeply so this lesson was one of the hardest to learn and a process which was a psychological test. I made my way through and now have a grasp of the vocabulary and I feel as though I brought back a map to share with others.

Auraura Freedom

For Auraura Freedom… A mother’s reflection

By | gratitiude, Journey Work, Sacred Wombman's business | 2 Comments

 For Auraura Freedom

April, 2013

Half One in the morning and I watch you peacefully sleeping. I marvel at the rhythm of your breath, cupid lips and soft skin. I kiss your cheek and whisper how much I love you and that I will always be there for you. As I gaze at you, beautiful daughter, I reminisce on how poetic it is that I helped to co-create such potent perfection. My womb, a sacred vessel and chariot you chose to embark on this wild journey, intrinsically connecting my story with yours. Our hearts beat in sync. I rub my pregnant belly in complete gratitude for the gift of motherhood and the mystery of a new unfurling story. The divine passage of birth, both of a child and new mother… Mother, Mama, Mater… The mythic spiritual path that I have chosen to serve, in this lifetime, with complete reverence!

I wonder what you are dreaming about dear Auraura. I wonder what you will experience in this life, your purest joy’s, deepest heartaches and your ability to traverse the decadence of human emotions. I wonder how our story will unfold, whether we will seal the deepest bonds of the One Song, redefining a sisterly bond as we dance with our Great Mother… Gaia.

I know you are not mine and I am so blessed to share this part of your life with you, as the wombman who birthed you into being. The Wombman who at 18 years of age heard your song and was strong enough to hold onto the golden threads of your dreaming, surrendering to the greater calling and aligning her path with complete trust for your arrival. When I first looked into your eyes… into the portals of pure untainted consciousness, I knew that my life had changed forever! My world view suddenly expanded and pierced the dreaming of generations that I will never get to meet. In that moment, I knew that I had become an ancestor and with that acknowledgement came a deep sense of responsibility to weave a world of Majick and abundance.

You are one of my greatest teachers and inspirations. Indeed there have been times when I have struggled to keep it together, particularly the journey of raising you as a “single” mother. The anger that I projected onto your innocence, so blindly…is one of my deepest hurts and sorrows. I am truly sorry, and I have whispered that into your ear many a night, so that it would penetrate into your subconscious, until the day comes when you will be mature enough to feel my hearts pain, and I can offer you my apology in complete humility. I have forgiven myself indeed, though the self inflicted scars are still there as a constant reminder of the energy I do not wish to embody again. From that dark place, a gift of compassion blossomed like a lotus steming from the mud. For all of the mother’s trying to keep it together, who have become so far removed from themselves that they have forgotten the gift of wonder that children bring. I thank you for showing me my shadow and being the biggest catalyst for me to change, to grow… to heal.

I have made a promise to you, to serve you in the best way that I can as your elder. I will offer all of my wisdom to you in complete gratitude for the Divine Essence that you embody. As you blossom into a young wombman, I shall gift you with teachings and tools to help guide you through life in creating abundance and joy. You deserve to be surrounded in love, grace and beauty. You are worthy and appreciated on so many levels.

Auraura, if these words are anything, they are a humble attempt at portraying the scope of love that my heart holds for you. I am so blessed to be your mother and student. You inspire me to become the best person I can be. You give me the courage and strength to delve deeper into the mystery and you provide hope, to return safely with the medicine. For all that you are, I see you. For everything that you express I feel you. You are destined for a beautiful life and as your mama it is my duty to help you thrive on your own path with heart, for wherever that may lead, you will always be home!