If you’re a seasoned, multidimensional woman who’s done all the “right” things —
you move your body (tick), eat well (tick), meditate (tick), spend time in nature (tick), and have a manageable-ish schedule (tick tick freaking tick) —
and still find yourself asking:

“Where the F is my mojo?”

Then this journey is for you.

If your tiredness feels ancient and cellular.
If you’re hungry for something you can’t name.
If your ideas are plenty but your spark is dimmer.
If your next body of work is incubating but not emerging.
If intimacy is calling but you don’t know where to land it.
If you’ve healed and healed — and now you’re healed out.

If you’re craving next-level humaning:
being here, wildly, messily, fully.

If you’re tired of labels (doctor, entrepreneur, mystic, healer) and want a life with soul depth again.

If you miss the tribe.
The elders.
The women who can hold you.

If you’re yearning for your wild, mischievous, magic-drunk self — the one who dances naked in the forest, hair wild, eyes glinting, lit from within.

If you’re a paradox craving freedom and containment, roaming and being held.

If you’re ready to stop squeezing your bigness into other people’s boxes and finally let her out —

Cosmic Womb is your homecoming.

And I know you deeply desire…

To go deeper.
To listen.
To drop in and hear what’s been waiting beneath the noise.

To feel your fire roar again — not as burnout, but as life-force.
To birth your next body of work,
Your next version of you — from incubation into creation.

To feel deeply held, fully nourished, beyond what you can self-generate.
To rest into the tribe you’ve been missing.
To find the elders, the wise women, the ones who hold space while you remember.

To reclaim your freedom, your adventure, your mischief.
To let the part of you that’s been dancing at the edges come all the way home.
To embrace your contradictions — the sacred and the profane,
the intensity and the stillness — and to relish in all of it.

To stop chasing balance and start celebrating your beautiful extremes.
To stop labelling and start living.
To stop being everyone else’s medicine and finally be fed.

To plug back into Source —
the coordinates of love, nourishment, intimacy, and pleasure
that have always been there, waiting for you to remember.

To go on a wild ride with magical women —
to reclaim your mojo, set it ablaze,
and dance to your own freaking tune.

Maybe it’ll look like a new wardrobe.
Maybe a pilgrimage.
Maybe a radical haircut, a book, a mountain, or a whole new way of being.
You don’t need to know.

You just need to say yes to the adventure.
To dive into the deep blue sea of your own becoming.
To see what magical creatures await below the surface.

To be truly, deeply, insanely, unapologetically fed and nourished.
To let what must fall away, fall.
To rise and emerge renewed.

Together.
In the forest.
Barefoot, laughing, alive.

Now is the perfect season to go within.

The leaves are falling — and with them, the things that are no longer alive, true, or wanted.
Let them drop.
Let it all compost.

Winter invites you in — to get quiet, to get real, to get honest with yourself.
To slow the hell down and listen.

This is the season to inquire, reflect, sense, feel, ask, experiment, connect —
not from the surface, but from the deep-down truth place.
The womb-place.
The not-for-public-consumption place.

As things quieten on the outside, we deepen on the inside.
That’s where the gold is.

This container, at its essence, is about relationship —
To yourself.
To what holds you.
To what feeds you?
To the sacred intelligence you’ve been too busy to hear.

And really, what better time to return to all of that than right now —
when the noise is softer,
The veils are thinner,
and your soul is whispering:
“It’s time.

I know exactly how you feel when you hear the words Cosmic Womb,

 something stirs.
Maybe it’s epic. Multiverse. Divine.
Maybe it’s darkness. Blood. The Black Madonna.
Maybe it’s all of it — creation, fertility, desire, the void.

You’re the woman who’s done (and doing) the work.
You move your body — tick.
You eat well — tick.
You have a spiritual practice — tick.
Time in nature — tick.
A manageable-ish schedule — tick tick freaking tick.
And still you find yourself asking:
Where the F is my mojo?

You’re tired — but not from lack of sleep (though that too).
This tiredness feels old, ancient, cellular.
You’re hungry, yearning, aching for something you can’t quite name.
You can feel your fire — there, but not roaring.
Ideas are plenty, but the brilliance, the focus, the spark — dimmer.

You want to birth the next phase of your work,
but you seem to be in incubation.
There’s intimacy calling — but to whom, to what, to where?
You’ve been resilient, strong, the warrior who carried others through the storm.
You’ve given and given, marched, survived, and led.
You’ve healed and healed — and now you’re healed out.

You don’t need fixing. You know that.
What you’re longing for is next-level humaning —
to land more deeply in this incarnation,
to be here — wildly, messily, fully.

You’re tired of the boxes and the labels:
Doctor. Humanitarian. Coach. Mother. Entrepreneur. Mystic.
They sound like syllables without depth, echoes without soul.
You’ve outgrown the neat answers and tidy identities.
You want more.

You miss the tribe.
Where the feck is the village?
Where are the elders, the wise ones, the ones who can hold you?
You miss being together — the real, unfiltered together.

With the people you dont need to translate your soul to!
Enough doing. Enough performing.
You crave space to simply be — and have that be enough.

You miss your freedom. Your liberty. Your adventure.
The part of you who dances (naked?) in the forest,
hair wild, eyes glinting with mischief,
a firefly weaving through the Nettles, abuzz with your own magic.

You’re paradox on legs — craving freedom and containment,
roaming and being held.
And you’re ready to stop taming that wildness,
stop squeezing your bigness into other people’s boxes,
and finally, fully, let her out.

ROAR

The journey and themes we will play with: 

• The winter solstice opening ceremony: we weave our potent field and commence our journey together in cosmic womb style.
  
  
• The descent: dropping in and deeply listening to what seeks to be heard. Hello underworld, let's make the subconscious conscious so that the very patterns that once sabotaged you become portals of liberation and creative fire.
  
  
• The metabolisation: we will invite digestion of what's ready to go so that we can make room for the new. Together, we will alchemise what's been giving you energetic indigestion and had you invisibly shackled.
  
  
• Connect to the cold: feeling and connecting to our freeze so that we may thaw a little. Here we will honour grief, sorrow and whatever suffering wishes to make itself known so we can release, liberate and unleash our life force.
  
  
• Connecting to the self: the witness consciousness and with it connecting to our different layers, selves and parts. Here, our soul´s purpose will clarify, and we finesse our ability to find “home” so we can change and relocate to Self when we want.
  
  
• Connecting to nature, plants and the non-human: we will mindfully and heartfully call on and invoke our plant allies, kin, teachers, mentors and healers to support our nourishment. This includes the nourishing herbs with an emphasis on connecting to native trees in your location, and Nettle if she lives near you.
  
  
• Connecting to source: we will invoke the divine womb, the divine feminine, through devotional practices that include Sufi meditations and sacred sounds, invoking the Sufi Feminine AlRahman AlRaheem.
  
  
• Connect to the womb: to fertility, creativity, the sacral chakra, maternal connection and our origins.
  
  
• Connecting to our ancestors: current and previous, alive and dead, so that we may root more deeply and reach a more profound layer of nourishment.
  
  
• The art of asking and receiving: meeting our shame, resistance, quest to control and vulnerability so we may open up to receiving, with more grace and ease.
  
  
• On relational intimacy: on this crazy journey through life, alone and together. How do we deepen our interconnection? How do we live and love more in connection with the tribe and have a felt sense of belonging?

All sessions 19:00–21:00 unless noted:

Sun 21 Dec
Sun 28 Dec
Wed 7 Jan
Thu 15 Jan
Fri 23 Jan (16:00–18:00)
Thu 29 Jan
Wed 4 Feb
Thu 12 Feb
Wed 18 Feb
Wed 4 Mar
Thu 12 Mar

Of course. Life is lifey.
Every session is recorded so you can slip back into the field in your own time — tea in hand, wrapped in a blanket, listening to the transmission settle into your bones.

There is no “behind” here.
This isn’t school.
This is a season of your life, and the work continues to work you whether you’re live or watching under the duvet at midnight.

The live circles are about 2 hours. Beyond that, nothing is required.

There’s no homework, no gold stars, no “you must integrate these 7 things by Thursday.”
This is nourishment, not a productivity sprint.

Some weeks you’ll be fully in.
Other weeks, you’ll just let the field hold you while you rest.

Both are powerful. Both are enough.

Then it comes up because it’s ready — and you will be held.

You’re stepping into a village where women actually know how to sit with truth, emotion, shadow, grief, desire, thawing, remembering.
You don’t have to hold it alone anymore.

You have me on Voxer/Signal, you have the circle, you have ritual and somatic grounding, you have spaciousness.
Nothing you bring is “too much.”
You unfold at the speed of your nervous system, not at the speed of the internet.

No.
Cosmic Womb is not therapy, and I’m not here to diagnose or fix you — mostly because you’re not broken.

This is mythic-somatic-spiritual work… the kind that strengthens your inner home, reconnects you to the land and your lineage, and restores the parts of you that have been over-responsible and under-held.

When tender places arise, we meet them with breath, body, and presence — not clinical processing.
You’re always in choice.

Because Cosmic Womb isn’t a program — it’s a portal.

There’s nothing to finish.
Nothing to prove.
Nothing to hustle for.

We’re not stacking modules on your already-full brain.
We’re working in the places underneath all that — the body, the mythic, the emotional, the ancestral, the erotic, the creative, the village-level belonging your system has starved for.

Most programs ask you to do more.
This journey lets you finally put it all down and be met.
Be held.
Be deeply, deliciously nourished.

This is where your next self is born, not where another to-do list goes to die.

Honestly? It’s the perfect time.

You don’t come to the Cosmic Womb because you’re energised.
You come because you’re tired in your cells, your spirit, your lineage… and something inside you is whispering, “I can’t keep doing life like this.”

And because I know the journey doesn’t end at Spring Equinox,
You get 6 months inside Beyond Burnout — 12 self-paced modules + monthly calls —
So your nourishment continues long after the initial container.

Three months to descend and return.
Six more months to settle, integrate, and rebuild your life-force gently.

You are held longer than you think.
Your system will exhale at that.

The gathering is a potent culmination — but if you absolutely can’t travel, message me.
We may be able to create an online pathway so you still receive the depth of the work.

Your soul’s yes doesn’t need perfect logistics.

Yes — this space was built for women who’ve already lived many lives inside one body.
Women who’ve held others through storms, midwifed big work into the world, and carried responsibilities that most people never see.

This is where the strong one gets to soften.
Where the coach doesn’t have to coach.
Where the healer doesn’t have to hold the whole damn room.
Where the visionary doesn’t have to be inspiring.

You don’t lose your leadership here —
you get to rest it on the earth for a moment
and remember the parts of you that leadership has overshadowed.

This is nourishment for women with range.

Not at all.
Cosmic Womb doesn’t require you to arrive “initiated” — the journey initiates you.

Everything we do is guided, grounded, and held with gentleness and clarity.
You don’t need a background in anything mystical or somatic.
Your body already knows how to listen, thaw, soften, rise — we’re just creating the space where that remembering can happen.

You’ll never be pushed past your edges.
Your pace is the pace.

Because this is a small, intimate container with a capped number of seats, all sales are final.

But — you’re not being dropped into the void.
We’re entering into a relationship, a village, a season of depth together.
So if something unexpected arises, message me and we’ll find the most supportive path forward.