Womb.frequency

Summer solstice 2026 snakes finally burnt. No big collapse, a gradual slow burn feeding our reflections as we gathered around deepening into my body, my womb...grief arised along with resistance to express. The fire witnessed the brewing lament sit inside me. Gratitude to the people who show up to witness me, to meet me where I AM. I get to tend to my grief "what a time to be alive' cari ti 🌀 you are a beautiful human such an honour to know you, we love you 🫂

Glad to be part of the red tent team, my grounding station again this year. For everything that moves through us, the pain, the cries the roars.

A queer-affirming space for all who bleed, all who have bled, all who wish to reconnect with their womb space, and all who feel called to explore their cyclical selves. We honour the fact that menstruation and womb connection exist beyond binary definitions of gender.

A joy to see more spaces that are accessible, inclusive, anti-capitalist, and rooted in collective care. Spaces that honour ancestral wisdom while remaining accountable to the Indigenous knowledge systems that colonialism has attempted to erase.

Thank you to everyone who entered the tent with openness and curiosity ❤️ and those who held golding.chapman .lilu

Back from getting my feet soaked in the soil that birthed me 🌱 My little heart aching from the complexity of being torn between lands and culture. Maybe one day I will find the balance or ita a life long process.

Fun ride with my Saturn returns shuffling the cards combined with the fire horse energy 🔥 legal process with finding justice has had more movement recently. Changes creeping up slowly which im always grateful for coz that doesnt happen often in my life. My chart likes big sudden changes.

preparing myself to go on a family constellation training. Excited to see what this opens up 🌀

Hope you re all moving through life with some extra TLC x

I am on my motherland, carrying so much to mourn as part of the diaspora: the genocide, scattered families in Europe coping with alcohol, sudden cultural differences within families, colonialism. My womb, heart, and throat connection has become a portal to digest and transmute these heavy threads, giving me the strength to hold difficult conversations and challenge harmful narratives, often without much human support within family systems. ancestral wisdom more accessible than ever, webs growing.

I continue to speak out about my dad, who molested me, even when family members choose to protect a predator, trying to drown me in their guilt. I write this with my feet on the soil where he grew up, and there is something powerful about this. I have walked out of spaces where it should have been him, but now I learn to take up space, to have my voice heard, like my luteal phase womb: loud and fu***ng angry.

My anger and pain remind me how much I deserve justice, fueling me to stand strong as I go through legal proceedings to fight for that little human in me with a fu**ed nervous system.

For now, I am tending to my needs as I slowly return the shame I was told to hold for others.

Love 💜