A process of internal dismantling of oppressive patriarchal systems and structures that keep women and mothers from accessing their power, pleasure and potential; in order to awaken, embody and reclaim their fullest authentic self-expression.
When I was 7 years old, I witnessed something magical.
Something so peaceful, yet so powerful and awe-inspiring that it set the path for my life.
I watched a woman birth a child.
In the warm waters of a birth pool in the family room of her tranquil home.
That woman was my mother.
After my sister was born, three years later at 10 years old, I was there again, this time patting my mum’s forehead with a cool washer as she laboured in magnificent calm, before my baby brother entered the world.
These experiences hard-wired a clear message into my psyche. They programmed within me a deep KNOWING that women are exceptional creatures, capable of immense strength.
My mother had shown me the sheer power of what is possible when
mind, body and soul are aligned with our truth.
Sadly, as I grew older I found myself continually bombarded with messages attempting to dispute what I KNEW, on a deep cellular level. Messages that were and continue to be counterintuitive to my being. Messages about what my body could or couldn’t handle.
That my body didn’t belong to me. That my body was inferior.
There were times that these messages won out. They tricked me into a false narrative – one I didn’t write. Sometimes I was able to close the chapter and begin again with the story I knew in my heart.
Other times those poisonous words found home in my body, expressing as illness, self-sabotage, and perpetual shame and fear.
Since birthing my own beautiful girls into the world, I’ve decided to call
Bullshit on the limiting messages that are ripping women off from the joy of
living powerfully and in alignment with their true self.
Bullshit on passing down toxic beliefs that eat away at
the glorious potential of our baby girls.
Bullshit on doing the world a disservice by keeping the voices of women quiet
when they could heal the very fabric of our disintegrating planet.
Many others are calling bullshit too.
A shift in consciousness is happening. The tides are turning and women are stepping up.
But to do this we must
UN-LEARN. OWN. EXPRESS. DEVOTE.
We must relish in the capability of body, mind and spirit. We must ignite creativity and let loose with epic visions of greatness.
The feminine rebels have arrived.
My Body of Work
- If we don’t show emotion when expected, we are not enough (cold, hard, bitch)
- But, if we show large or heightened displays of emotion, we are too much (hysterical, overbearing, intense)
- If we don’t put loads of effort into appearing attractive and put together, we are not enough (un-feminine, sloppy, dowdy)
- But, if we put lots of effort into appearing attractive and put together, we are too much (over the top, mutton-dressed-as-lamb, slutty)
Nerdy + Fun Stuff
I’ve been a big ol’ study geek most of my life (but at high school it was all about singing and dancing, baby!)
I went a tad overboard and have acquired these credentials (so far – let’s face it, learning is life!):
+ Bachelor of Education (QUT)
+ Post Graduate Diploma of Counselling (ACAP)
+ Master of Counselling & Psychotherapy (ACAP)
+ Feminine Embodiment Coaching Certification (SOEA)
Some of the more interesting things about me…
+ I’m the eldest of 5 siblings and my mum still lives in our childhood home which is the most comforting place I know
+ I’m married to a handsome half-Scottish rogue and we’ve been together 16 years and created 2 sassy daughters who inspire me to unsMother myself more every day.
+ I’m a Pisces Sun, with Virgo Rising and a Sagittarius Moon; which basically means I’m a super sensitive dreamer who strangely manages to get shit done with efficiency, despite socialising like a mo-fo and swinging between states of calm and chaos! (the epitome of an introverted extravert)
+ I’m a home-birthing, pro-choice, Montessori mama who questions everything, won’t support the pathologising of normal human emotions and rejects anything proclaiming “one-size-fits all”.
+ When I stopped religiously straightening my “wild”, “unruly” and “curly hair” and let it be free, I began to remember who I was.
+ Dancing and writing poetry and prose are where I go to meet and express my uninhibited feminine essence.