Me.
Healing my body.
Healing my story.
Narrating my own healing.
.
Whatever comes & whoever it comes for, after all that talking, & all the work ; is gravy.
.
.
Cos
First contact & awareness with my uterus, was forceful invasion.
She has carried that ever since.
Guarding.
Protecting.
Cleansing.
Growing.
She won’t ever not.
Even as she prepares to close her biological functions
She can prepare to let go of the maemae she has held until she could enact her memories.
All hail.
kpm©
kpm© : me & pts (d) 
We have a womb blessing in my tradition for healing the wounded womb. It is hard to find someone who can do it though.
really????
ive just finished reading a book on those sort of rituals that we did pre-colonial times.
im thinking about just making up my own .. we gotta start somewhere xx
Exactly! A ritual doesn’t have to be ancient to work. It just has to be meaningful.
<3