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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

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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.

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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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…

horse tied to chair

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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What’s Behind A Smile?

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Have you ever wondered what’s behind a smile?

I had my first job when I was 15. I worked a retail customer service position at Lenard’s. I will never forget a very important lesson I learnt at such a tender age… selling tenderloin.

Serving a middle-aged woman one afternoon, the dynamic was one full of tension and frustration. She kept changing her mind at the last second of her order and generally had a very rude disposition. I struggled whilst serving her, that teenage angst brewing inside… You know, where you just want to yell or tell them to go away? You know, SHE was taking up too much of MY time type thing.

Well I managed to complete the sale, upon which I turned to my manager (we had a pretty awesome dynamic, where he was like a cool uncle) and said,

“Gee she was freaking rude!”

To which he said something with the moral basis of… You should never judge someone straight off the mark. You don’t even know her, what her day was like or what she has been through. Of course you wouldn’t know, but her husband just passed away recently and she’s having a hard time adjusting.

I felt my heart sink.

I knew he was right and I felt a fool for offering my service with an agitated smile.

I was ashamed of myself, and my apparent lack of understanding!

I thought about that moment for a long time afterwards… In fact it lingered as a firm reminder and shaped the way I greeted people. It affected my service to customers and I made a promise to myself, that I wouldn’t be so reactive or judgmental… that I would make an effort to see beyond ‘face value’ to look within and feel al little deeper.

Where am I going with this?

Well, This whole blog was triggered by a close friend offering her perspective, that I have a high tolerance for emotional discomfort and pain, that I just seem to handle it, so it’s hard to gauge with me whether I am ok, or not… and It got me thinking.

kindness quoteHow are we to know upon first glance, what people are experiencing?

How easy is it to hide our pain. Masking it as a coping mechanism when really we want to reach out but don’t want to be a burden on anyone so to speak.

We never truly know what someone is going through. Whether they are having a peak, joyful experience or battling an internal demon that has its grips on ones vital life force.

How do we know?

I mean, how do we really know when someone needs help or support if they just smile and go about their day because they have learnt to adapt and tolerate things beyond a healthy threshold until becoming numb, or immune to emotional discomfort.

There is a delicate balance between the art of non-attachment and complete disconnection.

We assume so much… and I know for a fact that there are people out there that aren’t dramatic for attention… that quietly suck it up and keep on keeping on… that go about their day feeling unseen and unheard… not wanting to create a fuss or impact another persons day with their woes.

grieving smile

You probably can’t tell in this photograph, but I am grieving the death of a family member.

So, What’s behind a smile?

You probably wouldn’t know, but there are A LOT of people out there that have learnt to smile through extreme hardships. Perhaps they have cultivated the ability to find the beauty in each challenging moment as a learning experience, or perhaps they have become really good at masking pain.

(I totally identify having these traits by the way).

As the youngest of 4 children, with two older brothers, I learnt to “suck it up” and put on my game face so to speak… I learnt to adapt through pain and discomfort. My physical and emotional pain tolerance is quite high… couple that with people pleaser dynamics and poor boundary issues and I can tolerate people’s bullshit and shitty behaviour… because I perceive things in a way, which allows me to understand where a person is at and the why behind it.

I am constantly forgiving and seeing beyond the circumstance into the very goodness of each individual… A real Pollyanna, and for some reason I have managed to cultivate a depth of awareness that what I think is common sense, isn’t actually that common.

What I see is different to what you see.

I’ve hurt myself in the process, through my naivety and wanting to be the Peacekeeper… Of having hope and faith that things will change, people will see the error in their ways, and make amends.

I have learnt the art of forgiveness as a tool for moving forward. This usually doesn’t arise from an apology… In fact I began to realise early on that people learn in their own time, in their own way. It is not my place or responsibility to fix or rescue anyone.

Even through deeply personal and intense suffering, I have had the ability to look at the funny side of it all. I have had the ability to muster a smile that shows the world that I am ok… even though the stories playing in my head says that I am not… Beyond that my soul is actually laughing at myself for the experience as it unfolds with a deeper knowing that the pain and emotional discomfort I feel is only temporary.

This too shall pass…

Due to the power of contrast in the ebb and flow of life… I will move on and I will see brighter days.

Just as an addict uses vices for comfort or self-medication… I often wonder how many people hide behind smiles. If you are perceptive, you can generally tell the difference between a real and forced smile… It’s all in the eyes but with the current consumer culture breeding apathy and dis-connection to each other…

Do we even see each other anymore?

Truly… I mean are we really looking… Do we REALLY care? Are we active or passive in reaching out and truly connecting with one another, or do we just let ourselves slip through the cracks of awkwardness.

I remember seeing a powerful photo series about Post Natal Depression, where women would send in photographs with a story along the lines of “You can’t tell, but I am severely depressed in this photograph” and it was an insight into the internal/external expressions that can sometimes take place with being ‘strong’.

Sometimes it is the strongest types of people that suffer the most… and they usually do so in quiet. During the day they suck it up, holding a massive sphere of support for those around their central sphere… and at night collapsing in on itself in the silent chasms of the unseen and unheard void.

This is how I process.

We never know what happens behind closed doors, behind closed eyes. What people are dealing with on a day-to-day basis? I don’t know your story… and you don’t know mine. Until we create a platform for sharing, for reaching out and connecting hearts.

Common unity in Community!

Depression runs in my family. That’s probably why I am so familiar with the energy around it and how it grips you ever so slowly and silently. I have experienced it (mildly) and I have seen loved ones be enticed into those numbed realms of hopelessness.

As an intuitive empathy, for years I struggled with embodying other people’s pain. I found it hard to separate their story from mine, as I can feel the collective suffering screaming in silence… for help… reassurance…

I can see it in people eyes… I don’t even know how to describe it… on a surface layer many will see a happy smiling face… but I have seen suffering behind a social mask that makes other people feel comfortable. When you interact with someone… let’s say at work (if engaging with people is part of your work) how often do you ask questions? Good questions. You know the ones that create room for dialogue other then simple Yes, No answers.

Do you know what makes your colleagues soul dance in celebration?

Do you know what their dreams and goals are?

Do you know anything about their life outside of work, their family, trials and tribulations?

Do you even care?

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It is estimated that Depression effects over 1million Australians on any given year and that 45% of the population will experience a mental health issue in their lifetime (extracted from

So lets starting talking about this, lets break the taboo!

That’s why I love facilitating Sacred Circles and gatherings. I also love the initiative of the RUOK movement. Checking in with each other. Mental Health Counseling is becoming one of the fastest growing professions in this country.

In a technocratic age it’s so easy to become distracted and absorbed in our own little reality bubbles… hiding behind screens and written words. So much sincerity is lost without tone and inflection of meaning. We don’t write letters anymore. It seems we are slowly losing the ability to “SEE” one another, beyond the bullshit. We ask mundane questions that fail to give space for imagination, hearts and souls to dance in celebration for being. We are quick to judge and criticize others actions or lack thereof without seeing the bigger picture as to the why?

What’s happening in their world that could be affecting their behaviour?

Compassion and Understanding can go a long way in cultivating kindness and healing.

If you are still reading this I want to thank you for staying with me in this flow.

I would like to take this opportunity to express that your vulnerability is a strength and that reaching out to share your story is not only courageous but can be a step in liberating yourself from the story that runs in your mind about how things are for you.

Silence is the best friend of abuse.

I have learnt to have “Reality Checks” with close friends and associates. It helps to keep me grounded and sane. Everyone has opportunities to create a solid support network around them, if they choose to of course. You are not alone in the world although at times your mind might play tricks on you and convince you that you have been outcast and your behaviour leads to the feeling of isolation.

Limbic Resonance by Amanda Sage

Limbic Resonance by Amanda Sage

This is an illusion!

Seriously, Our minds are so powerful! They can convince us of anything we focus on deeply. If you repeat a lie long enough it becomes a ‘truth’. We begin to extract information from our external surrounding to validate the story in our head. Our emotions are a filter to perceive the world through. They aren’t truth. Rather a flux in energy at any point in time, as we respond to our environment our emotions change.

Our bodies are so intelligent, but this is where deep self-enquiry comes in. To sift through and find what has changed, what is needed and what is not relevant anymore.

Shadow Work.

After doing some deep shadow work on myself I came to the confronting realization that I had been primed for abuse since a child. Understanding myself, my thoughts, behaviour and learning what triggers me has been a path to liberation. It has been a challenge that’s for sure, and I have learnt that everything in my life as helped me to become the unique expression I AM… and that there is great value in that.

In any situation, before I point the finger, I turn my focus inwards and check in to see where I am.

How am I contributing to this situation?

How am I feeling?

Am I reacting or responding?

This has helped to cultivate Emotional Maturity, which provides continual learning and discovery.

Monitoring my internal dialogue. Being mindful of when I get swept up in story and drama and finding the fact and truth in it all.

A smile can be an expression of joy, a mask of pain and a shield to a thousand stories.


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Look a little deeper. Build the trust needed for someone to release and let go. Everyone has wisdom and value. Sometimes safety and security is needed to access these stories, to release and let go. So reach out, connect, explore and find ways to understand one another.

At the end of the day we are all in this world together, all having completely different, (but relative) experiences.

As my Mother used to tell me as a child,

“If you want to get anywhere in this world Donna, You have to be a people person”

It’s so true. Without connection and shared bonds we fail to thrive.

“A nation’s greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members.” – Mahatma Ghandi

No man is an island and you are too beautiful to hide!

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Love is… Donna


Wise Wombman SolSister Retreat

Wise Wombman SolSister Retreat.

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Wise Wombman SolSister Retreat.

SO, HOLY EPICNESS!!! I am super excited to announce this potent and powerfulSolSister Retreat’ I have created and will be facilitating in June, leading up the the Winter Solstice.

The Wise Wombman SolSister Retreat is an opportunity for self exploration and empowerment over 2 nights and 3 days camping in the stunning Davies Creek National Park, North Queensland. Situated approximately 60 km from Cairns along the Kennedy Highway, the site has been selected for it’s privacy and pristine beauty that the land innately holds.

I am offering it for 13 women to journey deeply into the Self in a safe and secluded part of Davies Creek National Park, in North Queensland. Being a single mother of two children, I know how challenging it can be to take time out to tune in deeply, that’s why I have felt called to offer a daytime session. It won’t be as cathartic as the night time ceremonies combined, but it will definitely be powerful and potent.

All the details and booking information can found here

This is a trial run for a more exclusive retreat I am planning for next year, and as such, you will not find my prices to be the same. So, If you have ever wanted to journey with me, then this is an event not to be missed!

Check the flyer below.

Also this retreat will run in place of the June Womb Temple in Kuranda.

Love is…

D xx

SolSister Retreat




Donna Raymond, Embodied Woman

Authentic Embodiment

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What is my interpretation of Authentic Embodiment?

It’s about being real… REALLY REAL!

When we claim our Sovereignty, Stepping into of authentic Selves, we walk the path of liberation and freedom.

To do so takes a lot of courage. To be vulnerable in your truth, to cut the bullshit and to actually be brutally honest with yourself. What you do and do not want in your life. Outside of any external influences.. this is an inside job. Owning your story, healing old wounds, making amends with your past and embodying the wisdom of all the lessons you have learnt. Taking responsibility for your actions and the ripple effect that they have in the world.

Being Authentic is to be humble in your experience of self, expressing yourself truthfully, living unashamedely and honestly.

To be Real and Raw… To be beautiful.

A Woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing.
She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself

– Maya Angelou

In this video I share a little bit about my own personal journey in claiming myself fully, embodying the Wise Wombman and walking in my Truth as an Empowered and Authentic Wombman.

I hope the sound quality is ok, I recorded it on my laptop this afternoon.

I would love to hear your story, what has your journey been like? Please leave a comment so that we can all learn from each other vicariously.

If this video has inspired you in any way then please share it with someone else who may benefit.



Navigating through an Emotional Crisis.

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What an INTENSE week for me… far out! I had definitely been feeling a subtle stirring but then all of a sudden this massive purge of emotion and fears came bubbling to the surface and I found myself in crisis mode. I am very happy to admit that I have not been coping well …  I have installed really staunch coping mechanisms which help to override my internal systems yearning for rest and balance….

Just keep going… keeping pushing… you can do it… go.. go… go… more more more… 

Top that all off with this feeling of a massive energetic shift taking place and understanding that crisis is ABSOLUTELY essential as the catalyst for dramatic growth and change… so woohoo for this epic experience… and hold on for the ride kids!

That’s where I am at right now. On the brink of feeling so fucking confused as to where my path with heart is leading… am I still on it or have I been distracting myself and actually gone cross country into the dark jungles of habitual nature? Where am I? Who am I, and how the heck did I forget all those jewelled lessons that have taken many heart beatings to earn? I am humble enough to admit when I feel I am lost and scared and that sometimes I want to curl up into a ball and roll away. Though I know that is not my journey and for me, as a shadow warrior, I venture deeper into the dark. Into the void of self. With no light… just my internal compass, sense of knowing and deep remembrance of this space…

I created it.. I am it and it is me.

As I breathe life into this place, it feeds me unpleasant sensations and emotions that show me where my cracks are… shows me where I have strayed, where I haven’t been as conscious as I know I can be, where my energy is to be directed to nurture rather than neglect . I’ve got some cleaning up to do and like any shadow warrior, I am not afraid to own my shit… to see it for what it is and heal it at the roots, at the split in my perception where I felt it necessary to suppress these parts of myself, where I have chosen to bite my tongue and to not authentically express my truth. Scorpion rears it’s tail and strikes…. Venom can also be medicine. My purge of frustration and chaos shows me the clear way to transform these energies.

My marriage is being put through the ringer and rightly so we are being tested hardcore… I have noticed the cycles of our dynamic with the ebb and flow of connection and intimacy. We dance, but lately it feels boring and stagnant. So of course this is the breeding ground to stir things up, to get things moving and evolving. The energy that I have been tuning into tells me that as the frequencies rise, anything that is not in alignment with our truth will start to crumble and fall away. I find myself in the thick of it now…  and I have been shown some deeeeeeep majick in the sacred union of the BeLoved… and to really enter into this dance with my husband I have had to express and also hear some unpleasant feelings.

We are in process of composting. Sometimes when you are in these states it feels like a make or break situation- where the fork in the road is so close and you know the decision is coming of whether to keep journeying, or feeling into when it feels like you’ve reached the destination of your experience together. All in all, as with any partnership, clear communication is key to cultivating deep intimacy- Into Me I see… where you both have the freedom to navigate through your own journey to reach out and say,

“Hey… this isn’t working! What are we doing… where are we going… is this where our energy is best served… Are we in alignment with our Truth?”

As I journey deeper into my sense of self, and navigate through the mysteries of many archetypes and facets of wombman- I find myself opening to a deep majick and I yearn to be truly seen and matched in that with complete presence and direction from my man. I love my husband deeply and am truly committed to this journey, no matter how challenging… as we unfurl ourselves deeper and constantly meet each other fresh and new as we evolve together. I am reminded by part of the vows I made to him on our Sacred Union.

 I offer you my complete humility when I steer off course, I trust you to guide me when I cannot see the Way.

Sometimes the challenges arise when you feel like “you” are the only one dong the “work”… the internal work… the healing from past stories and imprints. Journeying with healing the inner child, cos let’s face it… we’re all pretty messed up from our upbringing in some way shape or form… and that’s part of being human… part of our contract here. It makes things dynamic and exciting. It gives us another mission to unweave and de-program ourselves from the collective bullshit paradigm of group-fear and unconscious imprints. Facing the shadow is one of my greatest pains and also my greatest joys, for as I uncover myself in all my glory- the good the bad and the ugly- when I make peace with the self inflicted suffering… I see the world in a new lens, each time.

To paraphrase something my friend Dan says, “The world is a mirror! Our external world is reflected by our internal world… to change your appearance, it makes no sense to comb the reflection does it?”

But that is half a step really! the other half is making sure you actually clean your freaking mirror- so as to see the world clearly without distortions! Sometimes its just our mirror that makes things look and appear worse then what is actually presented in front of us. Sometimes we get carried away with doing the internal work… we get stuck at nit picking ourselves to death, and we do it with such tenacity that sometimes, it is important to remember to just be gentle with ourselves… and check in…

Is this perception authentic or am I over analysing the whole situation?

So, I know there is a lot stirring on the astrological level and I am right “on time” with my processes leading into the epicness of April. Part of me doesn’t play into the cosmic level so much as the practical. I find it is important to be aware of many different factors, but I for one will not push my problems on to the cosmic scapegoat – space-goat.

I will always take responsibility and hold myself accountable for my actions and consequence thereof. I am not perfect, I don’t have it all figured out. I am learning and growing just as everyone else is. I find it of utmost importance to be humble enough to express your humility in such circumstances, that it is ok to be freaking out and confused! Life is a grand journey into whatever we choose to journey towards as our “higher purpose” becomes the wind beneath our tattered sails. Humility connects us to others, it breeds empathy and cultivates heartspace.

Hosting the Moon Temple this month was quite a challenge and I found it very necessary to provide transparency to the women that I journey with to know that I’m having a hard time and in need of support. As a facilitator, being honest with my own processes and vulnerability is something that keeps me grounded and connected to the women that I journey with. I am very fortunate to have found myself amongst some really amazing and inspiring women who shared their heart and offered me valuable reminders of things I have learnt and forgotten. This is part of the reason why I am passionate about creating solid community. As we each hold and support each other… I find this particulary important as a person that is constantly doing- to be reassured that support is there, that when we all journey together in cultivating our heart space, we lessen the load for the individual and give rise to the strength of the group. The future leaders are not indiviuals, they are groups. May we all find strength and inspiration from cultivating our common unity in community.

So now, I feel like I am entering into a stage of metamorphosis, I can feel my cocoon developing as I pull all threads inwards. Part of the reason why I have not done a video blog this past week… Now is the time for me to go in deep. To be ready to make a quantum shift in my evolution of Self. To top all this off, My tooth broke… One of my biggest fears and nightmares come true. Whilst eating museli.

MUSE-li…. oh universe, you are too funny!

To anyone who happens to read this and is feeling the intensity, just ride it through! Spiral out and in… the only way out of the “darkness” is through it. This is no time to make brash decisions! Just wait until you find some clarity, strength and steady footing. You are not alone in your pain and discomfort. There are many people going though immense changes right now and we are constantly being tested to walk our truth.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

– Anais Nin

You’ve got this…We’ve got this…

Love is…

Donna xx

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Top: “Cocoon” by Scott Sawyer. Bottom: “Cocoon” by Natalie Tyler