My initiation through motherhood
Motherhood transformed me in ways I never expected. From the raw beauty of homebirths to the deep depletion of postpartum, I have walked the full spectrum of this initiation.My mother, her mother and the women before them all carried immense trauma. I too have walked through my own: the mother wound, painful family dynamics and the imprint of sexual abuse. These experiences shaped me, but they do not define me. They became my shadows and, in time, my medicine. They taught me how to meet pain with compassion, how to listen to what the body remembers and how to return again and again to love.When I called in my third baby, I birthed alone, guided only by intuition. That moment of deep surrender showed me what I now know to be true: the wisdom we need is already within us, because we are held by the same loving intelligence woven through all life.
Each birth has taught me something different about surrender, power and trust.
Since then, motherhood has continued to be my mirror. My children reflect the parts of me that still need tenderness: the places where my nervous system asks for care, where old patterns surface to be seen. I am still learning to meet these moments with awareness instead of reaction, to listen rather than rush and to mother myself as gently as I mother them.The work I do is the work I live. I walk the same path as the women I hold space for, while carrying the gift of deep connection and remembrance, the sacred truths that have revealed themselves through my own journey. I do not guide from perfection but from presence, and from trust in the wisdom that moves through each of us.There is a word for this long becoming of a mother: matrescence. Like adolescence, it names the identity shifts that unfold over time. I met this journey in my body long before I knew its name.
Why I feel this work matters
When mothers return to our innate wisdom instead of outsourcing our power, everything changes. We remember we are whole. Birth is honoured as a rite of passage. Our children are met as sovereign beings who teach as much as they are taught. In trusting ourselves, we reclaim ancestral knowledge, deepen our bond with our children and model a life rooted in love rather than fear.Our ancestors held pregnancy and motherhood as sacred thresholds. The absence of that reverence in our culture today explains why so many mothers feel depleted and unseen. Yet remembering their wisdom points the way back. These ripples extend beyond us: children who trust themselves, communities that honour mothers and a culture that remembers how to live in wholeness.Alongside my path of motherhood, I followed many threads of learning, each one like a pebble on the shore, guiding me home piece by piece. I studied yoga to find presence in my body, nutrition to understand nourishment beyond food, herbalism to listen to the quiet intelligence of plants and energy and quantum healing to remember the unseen layers that weave all life together.I did not know then that these studies were preparing me for a deeper awakening, for the remembrance that healing is not something we chase but something we return to. Each path revealed another piece of truth, showing me that wholeness is never lost, only forgotten.
I created this space as a sanctuary for mothers. A place where you feel seen, held and understood. My work is to walk beside you as you honour this sacred rite of passage and return to your wholeness.You are already powerful, wise and whole - exactly as you are.