Womb Healing

A few days before my journey to Portugal to sit in ceremony with the Yawanawa, a friend came to my door. I’m starting to think of this friend as a guardian angel, as he appears randomly about once a year when I need him, drops a wisdom bomb and then disappears until the next year. We spoke of both my intention and trepidation towards sitting in ceremony. He told me, “It’s like getting on a rollercoaster. You can get on with your arms high in the air or hugging your body, but either way you will be on the rollercoaster.”

These sentiments stayed with me through this ceremony, as I asked for womb healing. This ended up taking me through not only my own womb wounds, but those of my ancestors. As I lay for hours panicking, shaking and sweating, I expressed that my intention was perhaps too big for me to handle right now. Terror had set in. I asked for things to be slowed down. But of course, they weren’t. I was in it.

I had shown up for myself, for my ancestors, so I metaphorically stretched my arms out as wide as I could on the rollercoaster. And now as the dust settles, with vivid memories of what I felt, and what I was shown to be taken out of my womb space, I feel the appreciation of my ancestors for being the one to step up, and step into the rollercoaster at this point in time to bring healing to the lineage.
Haux Haux 🦜

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