I have been reflecting on my womb awakening journey.
It is very present as I reweave my offerings around the sacred root.
This medicine is not new to me.
In my twenties, I became curious about my blood, my flow, my womb.
By 27, I was already holding womb circles for women.
My second mother, Grandmother Dawn Sky Weaver, would remind me:
“It’s a lot of energy to hold, Chonteau.”
And she was right.
My youthful self was ready for that layer, but I see now what she saw then.
As I lean into eldership, the womb medicine I’ve been tending quietly for decades is asking for more presence.
Because there is a difference between wide-eyed womb magic
and the deep soil that holds the grief of mature women.
At 30, I had not yet lived through and alchemized enough loss, disappointment, and challenge to sit with women in the cave.
Now I understand.
The womb codes I carry are for maturity.
For the bodies that hold years of unprocessed grief.
For the women who know affirmations and reframing no longer touch what is stored.
This is soil work.
This is compost work.
This is Womb Medicine.
I have been reflecting on my womb awakening journey.
It is very present as I reweave my offerings around the sacred root.
This medicine is not new to me.
In my twenties, I became curious about my blood, my flow, my womb.
By 27, I was already holding womb circles for women.
My second mother, Grandmother Dawn Sky Weaver, would remind me:
“It’s a lot of energy to hold, Chonteau.”
And she was right.
My youthful self was ready for that layer, but I see now what she saw then.
As I lean into eldership, the womb medicine I’ve been tending quietly for decades is asking for more presence.
Because there is a difference between wide-eyed womb magic
and the deep soil that holds the grief of mature women.
At 30, I had not yet lived through and alchemized enough loss, disappointment, and challenge to sit with women in the cave.
Now I understand.
The womb codes I carry are for maturity.
For the bodies that hold years of unprocessed grief.
For the women who know affirmations and reframing no longer touch what is stored.
This is soil work.
This is compost work.
This is Womb Medicine.
Womb Medicine is interactive with thy self, stillness, movement, and grief. It is the cocoon, the breath, and the cave. It is the soil where our stories and sorrows are composted into new life. These images carry the arc of this work: being held, opening to release, and meeting the grief gate where healing begins. This is not shadow play, it is soil work. It is for the mature woman who knows that her body carries memory, and is ready to be witnessed as she reweaves her soul currents with strands of gold.
To prepare for our time, I ask you to complete a short questionnaire. These reflections help me understand how best to serve you and give you a moment to begin your journey inward.
Even if your desire is to only be with a custom curated womb connective meditation, it is no small move. I invite you to take the first step. Begin with the reflection. Let your own words open the door. From there, we will meet in a 20-minute conversation, womb to womb, soul to soul.
Begin your journey here~ with love chonteau