The remembering

When I was in my twenties, I came across a book called Midwifing Death by Leslene Della Madre, and it utterly transformed my life. Reading about cultures that revered and honored the sacred feminine in women, in the earth, and in the cosmos ignited something deep within me—a cellular memory, a recognition of what had been forgotten.

For most of my early life, I felt fragmented, as though a part of me was missing. I carried the shame that was imposed upon me for bleeding, for my body, for my desires, for my softness, my dreaminess, and my open heart. I did not feel celebrated. I felt as though the essence of who I was as a girl and as a woman was not only unacknowledged, but misunderstood and suppressed.

Then, to discover that there had been times in human history when these aspects of a woman—her cycles, her sensuality, her dreams—were revered and celebrated, felt like a light breaking through darkness. There were times when the magick of a woman's gifts was deeply honored, when the beauty of her feminine power was embraced. This revelation became a flame of illumination for me, a beacon that guided my way forward, showing me that the wisdom of my feminine gifts was not only valid but sacred.

I finally had something to draw from.

I began to realize that everything that has ever existed on this earth—every culture, every story, every archetype, every woman—resides in our cellular memory. This remembering lives beneath the surface of our collective consciousness, waiting to be awakened. My mission in this world is to remind my sisters of this truth, to create spaces and experiences where we can reconnect with this ancient knowledge, where we can embody the gifts that are inherent within us as women and as the feminine principle, regardless of gender.

There is a place in this world for us—women, and the unique medicine we carry. The medicine of softness, of intuition, of sensuality, of creativity, of cycles, and of deep connection to the earth. This medicine is for everyone, for all people, because the feminine is a universal force that flows through all living beings.

I am at a stage in my life where I am deepening my relationship with the gifts of the feminine in my own journey. I am learning to be at home in my body, to be attuned to my sexuality, and to honor the power of my eros. But most importantly, I am embracing the softness, the slowness, and the gentleness of my nature. I am listening to the most delicate parts of myself, allowing them to speak, and treating myself with the tenderness I have long needed.

In the world, this manifests in many ways: saying no to things that do not feel aligned with my truth, listening to the quiet whispers of my heart, and refusing to let anyone—whether sexually or energetically—penetrate me unless my whole being says yes. It means creating space for my emotions to flow freely, slowing down my life so I can feel the subtle nuances of my inner world. It is making room for my imagination, my dreaming nature, to infuse my work and daily life with enchantment and wonder. I am learning to make decisions based not on the logic of my thoughts, but on the feeling of my heart.

I long to be part of a new era—one where these conversations are no longer needed, where the sacred feminine is no longer a concept we need to fight to reclaim. I dream of a time when the wisdom, knowledge, and power of the feminine are remembered by all.

A time when the deep reverence for life, for the earth, for the body, for softness, for intuition, for dreams, and for love is woven into the fabric of our collective experience. A time when we no longer have to seek permission to be who we are, because we will all know the truth: we have always been enough, and our feminine gifts have always been sacred.