The most foolish thing I’ve ever done is pick up my family and move 745 miles from home to a ranch to live the best of my family’s legacy as a maverick in an unknown land. It was also the smartest risk I’ve ever taken, except those I’ve taken for love, and it probably falls into that category, too. Being here on this land has opened me to more intimate intelligence of what is happening in my body, and what has happened to it.
As I approach the later years of my life, beyond my fertile years of childbearing, I find that I’m a hermit by nature. One healer rightfully accused me of being an introvert who has masqueraded as an extrovert most of her life. It’s always amazing to me how we humans can adapt when called upon to do so. My body is changing, and my internal environment is now free to mimic my external one. If you’ve ever experienced this, you know how it’s a constant craving that hovers over us, desirous of the return.
One of the most important things I’ve done for my body is seek council through expert coaches and energetic healers. Because healers need healers, and mothers need mothers, and caregivers need caregiving, too. The whole woman’s body, and specifically, the womb, is deserving of our attention, prayers, release, restoration, and deep care. Many of our imbalances can be traced back to unintentional neglects and woundings of our sacred wombs, and when good medicine is brought to this area ritually, creative flow is restored.
We are now becoming brave to live in the way we were designed to. Instead of hustling at a pace which is not in keeping with the feminine way, we can go beyond slowing down and making time for tea, and bring deep ritual healing to our feminine.
Being on open land in deep nature lends itself to all kinds of good nakedness, as you can imagine. Our wombs have a chance to wake up and become clear- the holding which we do for our family lines can be released and healed, transmuting the pain of faith we’ve always carried there.
Image of Tiffanie Davis by Morgan Wade