With every fiber of my being, I feel we are at a time in our world where women are being called and guided to wake up to, enter deeper relationship with, and take full responsibility for the power, potential, mystery, and magic we hold within our bodies. That we are being beckoned by a potent Mother Love, to embody our flesh and feel the pulse of creation, the pulse of Her, moving through every tissue, nerve ending, cell, and fractal of our being. That we are being directed (back) to our wombs and the Cosmic Womb, as we watch and navigate shaky terrains, worldwide unraveling and destruction, and are presented with larger initiations and more and more death and rebirth cycles.

Petals arose and asked to be shared from this feeling, this calling, this need. 

Petals is an invitation to come home to the divine nature of your anatomical expression and physiological brilliance, reclaim your innate safety and essence, and experience your heart, womb, tissue, and fluid in loving totality and nourishment. It is both an individual and relational exploration, dropping into our own hearts and leaning into the collective heart field of the group (and all Wise Women throughout time) as we go deeper into the body of Woman and into the Divine Feminine. Allowing every petal of our sacred flower and our hearts to soften, unfurl, open and take in greater clarity, bliss, magic, and love.

When a woman brings her hands to her own body with reverence, she touches the bodies of all women in her lifeline, connecting to the greater thread of all women across time and space.

As we touch our tissue, breathe into our touch, and feel our anatomy breathing into our fingertips, we foster new sensory and neural proprioceptive pathways; we forage new experiences for our body and our being, opening up our range of feeling, expressing, loving, and creating. Breath by breath, we slowly meet all of our layers. When we get distracted or space out or frustrated or project a fantasy onto someone, we compassionately notice and guide ourselves back to our breath, back to the sensory receptors in our body - What do you feel? What is your tissue saying? What is your vulva asking for? Is she thirsty? What are your fingers hearing? What happens if you focus on nothing else but the quality of sensation under your fingers - whether nonexistent, burning, subtle, pleasurable or cold? Can we touch ourselves unlike we've ever touched ourselves before? Can we breathe into our pelvic diaphragm unlike ever before? Can we work with our pelvis to support it in coming back into center, thus becoming more centered and aligned in all areas of our life?

We aren’t meant to (and truly cannot) do this work alone. We aren’t meant to carry the bigness, the grief, the love, the confusion, the shame, the expansion alone. We aren’t meant to associate touch with sex and touch with pleasure. We aren’t meant to do this hidden or in the dark. We aren’t meant to live stifled from a range of wild sensational capacity and very subtle sensing. We aren’t meant to have dehydrated tissues and lopsided or adhered cervices.

It starts here, with us. With presence, our own hands, and our own hearts.