Threshold Goddess
Seeds : Bones : Messengers
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Tenderness warning: mentions pregnancy.
With love and gratitude to all who read x
Hello beauties, how are you all? How has this week been for you? I’m about a week away from going on maternity leave—aside from sharing posts on here—and have a few things to share with you. Firstly, this coming Tuesday 30 June 7-8 pm BST is my final MOSS MOTHER MOON for at least 2 seasons.
Strawberry moon / Rose moon / Blooming moon / Birth moon
On Tuesday 30th June 7-8 pm BST we will meet on zoom to mark the June full moon. We have reached the halfway point of the year, the turning point, the place where we sit in the light of all that is, has been, will be.
It is the final full moon gathering for a number of moons ahead— I’m not quite sure when I will gather in this circle again—and I would love to have you there with us.
All women are welcome and I am so excited to share this time together .
To book, email inchwhooperswan@gmail.com 💗🌸💕
I’ve been feeling such a desire to make ready for the changes ahead, a huge part of which has looked like drying rose petals for early postpartum healing. Another slightly less beautiful looking task but as equally moving one I’m undertaking is organising guest writers for my maternity leave. Are you a creative mama who would like to wrote something for GLIMMERS?
Email inchwhooperswan@gmail.com
Something else to share is that this is the year of my dreams for growing new flowers in the garden. The giant scabiosa here was from seeds saved from our old rented garden and I am blown away that it has started to bloom. Oh, the unrivalled joy of hands in the soil, no matter what is going on in our days…
And this! Oh my heart! This teasel was started from seed when my son was only two. He’s five now, and this is the first year it’s started to flower! So many wildly beautiful, healing words of wisdom being offered here; of patience, and trusting, and simply allowing things the time they need.
And this, too, this poetry in the cracks. A poppy seed finding herself on the concrete; making her way up up up; towards the light. Thriving in the gaps in between; threshold goddess. And to be honest, I have felt this moment as threshold in ways I could never have envisaged…. A week ago today, I found
