Pelvic Wisdom

I live to seek more pelvic wisdom from within and without. My body is one of my greatest teachers. Living inside of a body is a profound spiritual journey. This body has experienced so much pain and so much pleasure. So much of this has been centered around my sacred pelvis. My sacred center. My journey is unique and universal. Maybe yours is too?

I have been reading about the burning times lately, through the book Heal the Witch Wound, by Celeste Larsen and re-reading The Wild Feminine, by Tami Lynn Kent. I studied with Tami in person once when my son was a baby. He came too. I knew I had to go and I could not leave him for that long at that age. I received so much pelvic wisdom and birth field realignment. I will be going again to study with Tami in about a week and a half to dive deeper into her modality Holistic Pelvic Care.

It could not come at a more perfect time. To deepen the medicine I offer in the world, is to deepen my understanding of the energetics in my own pelvic bowl. I get to do both at the same time.

Untangling the way the witch wound has impacted my relationship to s/ggsuality. Inside of the politics of the witch wound, many of the accused were simply aging, poor or homeless. If they were rightly accused, it was because they were so powerful and beautiful in their connection to source, spirit and wisdom, that they had to be suppressed. Part of how they were demonized was through their s/ggsuality.

They were accused of having s/x with the devil and of using their beguiling ways to bewitch. When really, the power that they sourced from their pelvic bowls fueled their magic, which threatened male dominated medicine and other power structures. And it blamed their beauty and allure for the actions of drunk and impulsive men, who stood to lose nothing by projecting their s/ggsuality onto these powerful women.

The witch wound lives in many of us as fear of the power innate to our s/ggsuality, the power of the source of life and all creation. Fear that it will be the source of our annihilation or the only thing that holds our place in the world. This drives us subconsciously.

It pushes us towards a paradigm where we ascribe our value to our perceived (by self or other) desirability. I am untangling that in profound ways in my own life right now. I am vulnerable enough to say it, because I know I am not alone. And somehow, I know the medicine I am gaining in this process is opening me to the next phase of the work I am so passionate to share in this wild world.

This week we have lost an elder. A classic witch of the highest order. Literally, stirred the cauldron all night, ready to offer you tea if you sat down next to her, with herbs in the cauldron that she gathered on the land that day.I feel acutely aware that our elders are passing and that we are part of a lineage that is changing. I become aware of the call to rise as our elders age and pass. To rise, we must put some things to rest, so that we can truly emerge from the wisdom of our pelvic bowls and not from a sense of obligation or push. It is an invitation to yield and pause, to listen. I am listening.