Donna Raymond WombSong

I Let Go of HerStory

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A poem in acknowledgement of healing the wounds of HerStory. These words came through thick and fast last night. Some of them come from my story, some are gathered from the collective feminine experience. I wrote them down as they came through and will record this Poem as a Spoken Word and share at a later date.


I bled on the Earth

Feet firmly planted

Into the depth of my womb I cried

Salty despair I wept into the wind

With ancestral ties

I died

Unto myself again and again and again

I let go

resurrecting the story with each quiver from my lips softly parted

I moaned with a gentle fierceness that only a Priestess remembers.

My blood pooled on the rocks as an offering

My DNA intoning the granite

Grounding the sacred YONIverse between my thighs

Dripping sacred ambrosia

Breathing with fertility

Connected with the Natural cycles… in Natural Lore

I let go

I cut my ties…cut those chords…

Called it all in with a powerful intent

Piercing the dreaming of generations.


In that moment I knew that the union was no longer to be

The mask fell, the veil dropped, Illusions dissolved

and I saw clearly…

Out of the fog…

It is done!

I shook my head in disgrace

For I had let myself go…

I shed tears and I shed skins

I raged and roared into the abyss of an internal battle that silenced my screams with a cacophony of echo’s

Of ghosts that walked before me

And I walked those fires and burnt like my ancestors did

The wild woman who spat in the face of your violence

And cussed at the sound of your empty song

Weaving its web of deception

My hands threw seeds at your feet, as you dragged my name through the mud

My anger bubbled and boiled as the internal waters became a liquid inferno

Spilling the remnants of the submerged

I purged

My mind no longer consumed



bEARTH painting by Donna RAYMOND

Womb Lineage and why I’m keeping my “maiden” name.

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My mother asked me an interesting question out of the blue this evening.

“If you were to track your ancestry, would you be more inclined to go through your mothers side or your fathers?”

“Through the Mother!” Was my response.

“Why?” she quizzed

“Well, because of the womb to womb connection.”

As a wombman I automatically inherit the stories of all mothers that have come before me in my blood line. I have spent my time growing and developing inside my mothers womb, absorbing sensory information and receiving signals from her about the external environment in which I was to be born into. All of her feelings whilst I was in utero were absorbed by me. My conception, womb time and birth have all imprinted me with reference points for Love, and many other subconscious behaviours all stem from these experiences. This is the same for my mother and her mother etc, and of course for both men and women in general.

As wombman, I have direct access to the lines of creation through the portal of the womb, from mother to daughter, mother to mother… I am bound by blood to a myriad of stories that the collective feminine contains.

Being the youngest in my family, I often wonder if this why I am so energetically sensitive to my siblings emotions- as I was the last one through the womb, so would have absorbed the imprint of those that were sharing the “womb room”.

This is another reason I am fascinated by journeying with deep womb work and clearing energetic imprints from this area- particularly if subsequent children are to be conceived.

When I became a mother, I was more interested in learning about my heritage, about my roots and the stories of bygone eras. I started researching my ancestry, and one thing became apparent very quickly. It can be quite challenging tracking your mother’s lineage back- as traditionally women would lose their maiden names upon marriage. This really struck a chord with me, and I wondered if this was engineered (in the social context) to suppress the feminine even more so. We have all heard the tales about the suppression of the Goddess archetypes and Deities of ancient times, with multitudes of burnt scriptures left in the coat tails of a rising patriarchy… of women being considered “property” and traded with family dowry.

So what’s in a name? Why, in todays age, is it still a common practice for a woman to forfeit her surname upon marriage, and why do children usually only take the last name of the father? Where is the respect for the Mother? What happens when traditional husband and wife split? Most women I know who have had this experience, keep the ex-husbands name for the sole reason of having it the same as their children… my mother being one such example!

Obviously I am speaking from within the realms and experience of being a “Migaloo” (white fella) and do not have an in-depth grasp of indigenous cultures and practices that allow for deeply connected pathways to ancestral roots. So for me, this is the model that was learned as the “norm” and the only one that’s been given to work with. So until the day comes when we all fell the connection as consciousness experiencing itself collectively- than I really feel that a new model is to be created.

Think about it…

It is for these reasons I have felt to hyphenate my daughters last names and why I have chosen not to change my name after marriage. As far as I am concerned I have entered into this devotional practice called marriage as a whole unto mySelf, and will not to be considered as the “other half” .  In written word, I am connected to my children for life, and they too, to my nuclear family, as equal to their father’s family. If it felt right to change my surname, it would also be hyphenated. My decision to do this came from feeling stuck in my Family Tree search, and wanting to create a clear pathway for the generations of children that will flow through daughters and forwards. I only hope that they will carry on this namesake legacy, otherwise it potentially stops with them. Of course on a Soul level, none of this really matters anyway… as we are so much greater then our 3d fleshy confines- but in this fleeting experience of life here… there is something so poetically beautiful about feeling the deep threads of those that have walked before you. Feeling that deep sense of belonging and connection to the Earth and all beings.

There is SO much I could write on this and perhaps I will save it for another blog-or my book. As the clock approaches 1am, this mama needs some sleep!


Love is…

Donna xx