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The Rise of the Feminine

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I wrote this to contribute to this month’s Connect Magazine

The Rise of the Feminine 

Silent Rhythms by Autumn Skye Morrison

Silent Rhythms by Autumn Skye Morrison

When we think of femininity, we often think of gentle, delicate and flowery terms attributed with archetypal images of the innocent Maiden and the sexual Goddess, which stem from of our limited exposure and understanding of femininity.

We see the feminine essence dancing and frolicking in her sweet naivety, she is weak and dependent, soft and sensual. Yearning to be captured or possessed wrapped up and claimed in the protective embrace of strong masculine presence.

We praise her desirability, alluring sexuality and mystical beauty, yet shun her emotional impulses, wisdom and intelligence… often failing to witness and value other expressions of the feminine- primarily anchored in the form of a seasoned woman, expressed archetypally as the Mother’s sacrifice, the Crone’s wisdom and the power and authority of the Priestess.

Femiv-ads-4-ninity does not dissolve or become dull once a woman has children, it actually matures into a depth of embodied presence. This could be why our culture chooses to only celebrate the feminine form in its youthful expression. Her physical beauty and sexuality are easily
commoditized for profit.

Unfortunately though, through the skewed lens of patriarchal culture, our modern society does not know how to, nor want to, value the true essence and power of femininity.

Femininity is an expression of the feminine essence, its expression is not limited to gender and it is but one face of creation energy.

We all have expressions of the feminine and masculine energy with us and can use these energies to serve us in different ways.

The feminine is the receptive, intuitive side of being. It is Consciousness made manifest through the desire to experience itself physically. In short, it is nature.

Nature is cyclical, and whilst it has observable patterns, it is also uncertain, where the only constant is change.

Birth, creation and growth… Death, destruction and decay.

It is often the intuitive and emotionally receptive side of femininity that is so misunderstood.

Emotions are to some extent just energy in motion, the way that our subconscious responds to sensory information from our environment, just like the weather. You could say that the feminine is the barometer for emotional undercurrents and as such, due to what is socially acceptable, a range of emotional expressions are often suppressed. The full gamut of emotional expressions, accessed through embodied femininity, becomes distorted as we push the undesirable into the shadows.

The shadow side of the feminine is fierce. Full power, she will rage in righteousness and justice for ancestors that have fallen in a cacophony of screams and generations of children whose future has been jeopardized at the hands of psychopathic corporatocracy. She will voice her truth unwavering and unapologetically. Ego and Pride play no part in swaying her moral compass. She will destroy all cast illusions and protect the innocent; she will run and hide if needed to serve as a wisdom keeper of forgotten ways. She commands respect for the life force that summons her fertility and will die unto herself time and again, knowing that HERstory will be told.

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Kali Yuga by Redreev George

Archetypally we know this embodiment of femininity as the witch, the dark goddess Kali or Lilith. Depicted with grotesque imagery, designed to subconsciously create an instinctual form of repulsion that separates us from our means of identifying those facets within ourselves.

Why?

Because there is great power there!

Make no mistake if you cross paths with someone embodying feminine fury. As quick as nature can create life, it can destroy it in the same breath, which in itself is another act of creation.

Such is the nature of growth.

All you need to do is look to the natural world for wisdom- the microcosm of the macrocosm, as a tree falls and dies in the forest, it gives life in the way of nutrient to mycelium, composting into new soil and making room for the vines to begin their climb towards the sunlit canopy.

For too long we have feared death, and so we have feared life… the act and art of truly living as a whole being. Embodying the Masculine and the Feminine. Donna Raymond Sacred Feminine Mentor

The medicine of femininity lays in catharsis… the shedding and renewal of self. Like an alchemical womb, either seeding life or letting go of that which no longer serves.

Femininity will strip us of all masks and illusions if we dare to explore ourselves in depth.

Contrary to what our rational minds will have us believe, (because the feminine has been deliberately disenfranchised) it is our men that have suffered the most!

This subconscious meme that constantly tells us that femininity is soft or weak, severs the masculine ties to the medicine of feminine expression. Our brothers disengage with the their intuitive emotional receptors, and rather than feel their feelings and process them accordingly, they learn to bottle them up, or switch off completely- numbing the pain through distraction and addiction. We subscribe to the notion that ‘Boys don’t cry’ and that when life is challenging, or during crisis they have to ‘Man up.’

For too long we have been tricked into believing that being a woman, being feminine means being powerless and inferior. To add insult to injury, we associate derogatory and abusive terms with female anatomy and feminine qualities.

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So what chance do we give our boys, our men to even want to develop their femininity? To cultivate strong emotional foundations which establish intimacy and connection with others and allow pathways for healing.

Femininity teaches us the dance of creation, contraction and expansion… it is constantly changing and evolving, feeling and conversing with the unspoken realms.

With depression and male suicides on the rise, now more than ever we must encourage the feminine to rise in us all. We must encourage the feminine to hold the masculine in loving nurture as so many are lost, scared and not sure of how to be.

Let our femininity not emasculate us, but rather call us all home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just One Of Those Strong Woman Days

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Strong Woman Days,
When you’ve been walking the floor for hours, your shoulders aching with tension… feeling your body begin to shut down… and still you walk on.

stronghead stuffy and pounding from a cold, muscles aching and you still manage to entertain the children, fold 3 loads of washing, mediate childish conflict and tantrums, navigate the supermarket diffusing the “I want’s and can we have’s?”

Unpack the car with screaming babe in arms carrying as much as you can in one go… at least the cold items.

You put the groceries down on the kitchen floor and are immediately met with a chorus of, “We’re hungry!”

oh yea, Baby is still screaming…

Pick up baby, attempt to make lunches one handed. Mother

You laugh at yourself at how ridiculously ‘unco’ this whole situation is.

Palm baby off to big sister so you can finish preparing the lunches, after 5 min of baby crying loudly, big sister freaks out and say’s she can’t handle it anymore.

You smile, take bub from her arms and say thank you.

5:30pm- witching hour!

Shhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittt!!!!!

Prepare a last minute dinner whilst caring for a newborn who is exceptionally grizzly, hasn’t slept much today and only wants to be held and boob most of the time.

After 3hrs you finally settle baby, put her down, manage to go to the toilet before you hear her cries again, you sit on the loo… tears are now flooding your eyes and cascading down your face… you just want a moment reprieve, so you stay there.
The only place you can find solace away from everyone when it all feels shit… is on the shitter…
unless of course there’s a toddler around… because nowhere is sacred
Baby still crying.. you hope her father will get up to soother her…
so you wait for a moment… crying your exhausted heart out… Baby’s cries get louder and louder… and are more important than yours.
Get yourself together woman…
You realise it’s all on your shoulders again… you pick her up and start walking… trying different positions to settle her. Your nose is dripping by this stage, and just as you feel her body relax you sneeze, or have to blow your nose and she startles and wakes again…
wash, rinse, repeat
You are both so exhausted.
Sophia-Loren-MotherYou feel like your reserve tank is nearing empty and it leaves you wondering how the fuck we manage to get the short end of the stick?
Through pregnancy, birth, post-partum. as a cocktail of hormones courses through your body… picking up the bulk of domestic and emotional labour, all the managing of who’s got what on when and how etc.
Everyone in the house is asleep except you, cos you’re totally wired now… that trusty second, third, fourth wind has kicked in…
Thanks Prolactin
It takes a village to support a mother
I’m not complaining at all…  just offering a glimpse into my world. Beyond what anyone perceives my life to be like. Yes I’m a powerhouse of a woman, but somedays hit me for a six.
Today is one of them…
Just having one of those days, they happen… and as fucked as they are, I am so grateful for them. I am grateful for being pushed to my limits and appreciating how strong I am to keep carrying on… despite illness, pain, fatigue, or emotions… I’m showing up as best I can.
I am grateful for the respect I have gained for my mother who did all of this, working 2 jobs with 4 kids in tow…
For all the mama’s out there, Stay at home, full time employed, solo, studying mamas.
We all know this is a full time gig!
I am grateful to see the areas in my life which are needing attention. By way of boundaries being set and where communication is needing to become clearer.
I’m sensitive sometimes.
And in these moments I just let my tears flow, and pop a few drops of Motherwort under my tongue…
Sometimes I feel like a seed, cracking my outer shell.
Ahh… Growth!
Sometimes painful and messy, but all necessary for learning and changing.
Tomorrow is another day. It may be a repeat, it may not be. One thing I have learnt over my almost 9 years of mothering is you never really get to “clock off’
This too shall pass…
It’s just one of those Strong Woman days
 
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Sacred Women’s Circles (and why we need them)

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The Power of Sacred Women’s Circles.

and why we need them… 

I’ve been facilitating Sacred Women’s Circles for around 5 years now. I have experienced so much from holding space for other women that it’s hard to articulate the scope of what this work provides and why I feel it is crucial and beneficial for women to have access to these sacred spaces. So, I decided to make a brief list at all the benefits being involved in a Sacred Women’s Circle has to offer. I could explore this topic in depth, but felt to keep it simple for now. Sacred Women's Circle

  • Women have a safe space to be vulnerable, sharing their tears and laughter.
  • Sitting in Circle with women, hearing others stories helps us to connect with each other and realise that we are not alone. Sometimes the biggest insightful moments that arise in circle come from the, ”me too!” vibe.
  • Giving ourselves permission to attend a women’s circle can be a step out of our comfort zone… a step out of the ordinary that some women need to have something that is deeply meaningful in their lives. Something to look forward to. Something Sacred.
  • Sacred Women’s Circles allow us to see beyond story, without judgement… to see each other on a human level and that is a fundamental role in developing a healthy community.
  • Sharing emotional bonds, allows us to not only hold space for one another in respect, but also the feeling that a group of women have ‘got your back’ looking out for your health and wellbeing. And that is such a lovely feeling to have. Women genuinely interested in who you are and what you offer. Indeed YOU provide value simply by being present.
  • Whether physical or virtual, Women’s Circles can help to curb loneliness and isolation.
  • Friendships can be established or deepened within circle, with women you would never cross paths with, or think that you would have anything in common. This is special.
  • Sharing from our hearts, we get to share in the celebration of our successes and honour each other’s challenges and struggles.
  • Women’s Circles can provide a Sacred container for your most intimate thoughts… that will be held without judgement… relating to sexual health, relationships, parenting, the stress of being a woman in the modern world etc. Being Witnessed is truly powerful.
  • Deep listening and being held by the feminine during a process can be cathartic and liberating for some… having the opportunity to express desires or fears simply for what they are… being seen and heard in your truth in a nurturing environment is deeply healing.., and often a rare opportunity.
  • Women’s circles provide deep healing on many subtle and profound levels. Sometimes we don’t know what we’ve been holding onto, until a sister let’s go in front of us… inviting us to do the same… giving us permission to become more self aware and present in our bodies and hearts.
  •  Sacred Circles will open you up to new experiences and fresh perspectives of the world.
  • Staying committed to a circle is a surefire way to see amazing transformation in your own life, by making a declaration that this time is sacred for you and that YOU are worthy of that which fills your cup. It becomes a space to invest in your Self… and others.
  • Circles can invoke and explore the elements of Play through Creative expressions. Singing, Dancing making art and wildcrafting… learning traditional skills and life hacks.
  • They help provide accountability. A good circle will have women checking in on you to see how you are… even if you haven’t been able to attend a gathering for personal reasons.
  • Sacred Circles honour the seasons of each women. From Menarche to Menopause. Maiden, Mother, Queen and Crone are held with equal respect and reverence. Each woman brings something of value, a gift of self to the whole.

On a more serious note and often not acknowledged or talked about:

  1. A woman dies at the hands of a current or former partner almost every week in Australia
  2. One woman in three has experienced physical violence, since the age of 15
  3. One woman in five has experienced sexual violence
  4. One woman in four had experienced emotional abuse by a current or former partner.4
  5. There is growing evidence that women with a disability are more likely to experience violence. For example, 90% of Australian women with an intellectual disability have been subjected to sexual abuse.
  6. Intimate partner violence  is the leading contributor to ill-health and premature death in women under 45, more than any other well-known risks including high blood pressure, obesity and smoking.
  7. The cost of violence against women and their children to the Australian economy in 2009 was $13.6 billion. It’s calculated to rise to $15.6 billion by 2012-22 without the right preventive action

Statistics sourced from”  http://www.ourwatch.org.au/Understanding-Violence/Facts-and-figures#ABS

Sacred Women's CircleWith the added pressures of modern society… the overwhelm of being a woman can lead to many living a life of disconnect and stress.

Joining or creating Sacred Women’s Circles or Red Tents can be very beneficial to not only your own health and wellbeing, but the effects ripple out into the family and community at large. You will be encouraged and supported on your journey for personal empowerment. You will learn new ways to communicate with others and have a deeper respect for the Sacred.

***I am about to launch my new Online Training program to help women step up into the role as Facilitator of Sacred Women’s Circles with confidence. If you have felt the calling to serve on this level, then please check out Sacred Circle Secrets. 

www.WiseWombman.com/SacredCircleSecrets

Love is..

Donna xx

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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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.

Why?

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

Connection

And how do we build that?

Community

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

 

 

 

 

 

Wise Wombman Weekend in Melbourne

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Hello beauties!

Due to many requests, I am excited to announce that I will finally make my way down south to Melbourne in early December to facilitate a potent Wise Wombman Weekend in Emerald, amongst the stunning Dandenong Ranges.

Boomshakalaka!!! Excited much… I LOVE MELBOURNE!!!

As with all of my journey work, I only offer the opportunity to a small number of women as I like to create intimate safe space, which not only contains the potency of the journey work, but also allows me to connect deeply with sisters who choose to participate.

Unfortunately, with growing family commitments, I will not be able to hold this type of event or sacred space interstate for a couple of years to come, as much as I would like to… it is not on the cards.

With this in mind, I am offering a combination of my workshops… including a beautiful Cacao Ceremony, A Sisterhood intensive which workS with the potent energy of the womb, Expression Sessions and my very popular Sacred YOUnion (inner marriage ceremony). This is the first and perhaps last time I will offer them like this. So if you are in the area, or feel inclined to fly into Melbourne, I would love to journey with you.

The Weekend is set on a private residence with the option for you to camp on the property or book near by accomodation.

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I know there are many mama’s with young children in my inner circle, so I have decided to offer different levels of experiences.

Check the retreat page for more information on what to expect, and if you know any sisters who would benefit from working with me, then please share with them.

I will also be available for 1 on 1 sessions by request.

If you’ve been wondering what I’ve been up to, check back in the next day or so as I will be creating another blog post with some BIG NEWS and what’s on the cards for Wise Wombman in the future.

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

www.SacredHunger.com.au

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.

Nothing….

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

image sourced from tealtribe.com

image sourced from tealtribe.com

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

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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.

 

Wow…

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.

 

connection

Wise Wombman Periscope

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Social Media boggles my mind sometimes, FB, Instagram, Twitter and now Periscope. Super amazing technology for connecting with others… but holy wow…

I know i’ve been a little quiet on the ol blog front lately…. LOTS happening in my world, like holy epicness. I’ll share some news on that in the next month or so. I am still in the process of finishing Maia’s Birth story and it’s taking so much longer than I had expected… But I’m getting there. Albeit S L O W L Y

BREATHE Donna…. Breathe!

I’ve just upgraded to a new phone and switched providers, which offers more coverage for me… and now it means that I can access the web easily on the go. This is great news because I simple ADORE instagram, but most times I would share a long winded. poetic post… it would fail to load. Which frustrated me immensely. So yay

If you would like to connect via Instagram my profile is @Wise_Wombman  

I’m still getting my head around being a Twit… hehehe of course I mean using twitter… I’m not really understanding how to connect with people via that platform but what I had recently discovered was the twitter based app called Periscope. I couldn’t use it with my old phone, but now i’m all flash and upgraded with the latest tech… it means I can start to experiment with new platforms to connect with others.

So this is a shout out to anyone already using the app… Or to those that might be interested in looking into it further. I am going to start playing around with using it as a platform to share some Womb Journey work and general insights as they arise. Periscope seems to be a fun and interactive Live video platform… and I’m looking forward to being able to share directly with you.

Find me on Periscope via @WiseWombman

I’m feeling to create videos live from the Womb Temple, once the girls are asleep. So you can expect 8pm AEST time. I’ll make sure to have a shout out on FB and Instagram before going live.

Look forward to connecting with you

Love is…

Donna. x