I started writing this blog 20km from the pyramids of Giza in Cairo. Egypt is a land of paradox, difficult to describe simply. 9.5 million people live in Cairo.  Sometimes the heat and the smell of decay is almost unbearable - While pyramids frame the landscape. And you meet people who carry a soulful beauty about them. Yes, there is magic in this land.

We gathered, as Sisters of many paths, rose petals kissing our feet amidst the fear and stories of the economy, the politics, the decay and death. We heard Love calling us together. Saying; "I will be waiting here. For your silence to break. For your soul to shake. For your love to wake. " Rumi

Oh beautiful Sisters of Egypt. You gathered to shape the forbidden words, yoni, vagina, womb, Rahim – holy vessels of compassionate merciful life. You,sacred portal of rebirth. I feel you. I hear you. I have come to you in love.

With sculpting hands, you brought the hidden to light. Gave Thanks to the wombs through whom we came to earth.

At Dahshur, a holy date palm forest invited us to pray, swim and dance under its canopy. The palm is mentioned in the Quran and in the bible. The palm has been a sacred symbol of peace, abundance, rest, hospitality, endurance and long life for many cultures and for centuries. The prophet Muhammad pbuh – is said to have built his house from a palm tree, Ancient Assyrians believed that the palm represented heaven and earth. Inanna, Apollo and many more are linked to the sacred palm.

Basking in and under the shade of a mighty palm tree forest, brought many gifts into our time at Dahshur. As the gentle wind nudged the palms into a swaying dance, our sacred time together had us swaying our holy hips to a pulse held in the land. Where words fell away and we all became one breath, one womb. We shook off the things we no longer wished to hold onto.

Rooted to earth, our rosettes bloomed, kissing the sky with our sacred shapes.

Yes, we reclaimed our holy vessels of compassionate merciful love as the call to prayer echoed through the land. We vowed to anchor love within ourselves and into the world.

To Serve only Love is a potent medicine for ourselves, our ancestors and all of life, at this time in our history on earth. It feels like the most revolutionary action I can take now. The most revolutionary act we choose to shape together.

I Thank and Honour each of you who shared your life, your laughter, your gifts , your home and your love so graciously. May the heart of the sun continue to shine through you.

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Thank you Karakya Retreat. Your beautiful valley’s and curves held us all with such grace. Your sunshine warmed us while we sculpted and shared on the soft earth. Beautiful Bodrum, we rested and feasted and were nourished while our energies were restored. Thank you to the kitchen goddesses and knights who fed us so beautifully.

Magical Lake Bafa - your body of water filled our cups to the brim - your birdsong rang out clear even as the sacred waters fell from the sky to make love to mother earth. We dream of you and wonder what seeds will be born? Which flowers will come into full bloom? 
I am enriched - ripe with all that has been birthed along your shores.
From Bodrum, to Lake Bafa, to Izmir and all the way to Ankara - women gathered to clear the energies ... and to send love in their wombs. 
We shared deep grief and almost unspeakable horrors that we have experienced. We held the sacred throughout our days and we danced our prayers.
Filiz Telek and I opened the doors of the Sacred Feminine Temple at Lake Bafa together with a circle of soul sisters. For 7 000 years a peace loving Goddess culture existed in harmony with nature in Anatolia. All around Turkey the ruins of ancient temples stand as testimony to this time and to the stories of the sacred feminine and all her practices. All the forms of her devotion - her dancing, her songs, her art, her music and her divinity. In ceremony we remembered Her story. We reclaimed the priestess living within each of us - even as the word priestess does not exist in turkish. 
We called so much into remembrance - the gifts of our mothers and grandmothers. Their sewing and crafting gatherings. We called on our ancient feminine memories to rise within us as we reclaim the rights over our bodies, our sexuality, our own stories and our rights to pleasure and to receive.
We honoured our paternal lineages and We Thank the sacred masculine for showing up in so many different ways. 
I met many women who practice the ancient feminine sacred arts. My Sister Oykum took me for my first hammam experience. Wow, the womb shape greeted me from all angles in the main room as coloured glass brought sparkles of light to beautify every one inside. The wise women who practice at the hammam carries ancient knowledge. Their presence and their touch was magical. I felt like I was in the body of the Great Mother being massaged and restored back to health and well being. The hammam is deeply connected to our bodies and to our sacred sexuality. Many women came to the hammam in preparation for marriage and nights of passion, cleaning the body of dead skin, sweating out toxins and awakening the powers of beauty and rejuvenation. After a few hours in the hammam amongst other women sharing and laughing, my skin glowing, I felt ready for life again.
I met women who work in the spirit world - called upon in times of struggle by modern women, doing their work simply, holding the wisdom of the past.
All around Turkey sacred feminine spaces are alive and growing.  We gather to invite Divine Love into our hearts, wombs and lives. We dance and share our joys - we allow ourselves to be witnesses and we witness each other. 
The Sisters of Anatolia - Baciyan-i Rum came into our circle. Stories of beautiful women with hearts of lionesses - trained in combat, who lived and thrived in Anatolia - brought much joy and wonder to our retreat as their memory came to life.
My cup is full, my heart enriched with this reclaiming and remembering.
In a country with so much turmoil, the women of Turkey continue to gather and connect to their medicine, their songs, their dances, calling in the sacred masculine - weaving it all in beauty and with divinity. Mother Cybele, you have blessed us with so much. Tesekkur ederim. Thank you. Shukran. Jazakullah. We are Blessed. 
May Our Prayers Bless All the Women and Men of Turkey and All around the World.
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Honoured to add my voice to this campaign
I am honoured to add my voice to this campaign. Female Genital Mutilation is no longer in the shadows. Every anti-fgm campaigner should know that our efforts no matter how small has resulted in this subject now being spoken about, written about, discussed in small and large groups world wide. It has resulted in laws about this practice to be changed all around the world. And this continues.I have just been interviewed by Channel Africa. What an incredible opportunity to speak about FGM on a world wide platform. To share my own story and to encourage women to keep talking about their vagina's.This is what happens when each of us does what calls to be done by us from deep within our hearts. 
Every women and young girl who cried for her vagina - her sorrow and pain and who asked, Why, Oh Why, do I have to go through this???  
Your voice has been heard.Your pain has been felt and your struggles have not been in vain. 
Every womb on this planet, feel the pain of every other womb. That is the energetic feminine fillaments that connects every women to every women. Every vagina to every vagina. You pain is my pain. What happens to one Womb, Happens to Us All.
On this day, we shout a collective, No! out into the Universe.
No More!
No More!
Our bodies belong to us.
Our vagina’s belong to us.
What happens to our bodies should be our choice.
We reclaim this right.
Yes, we reclaim this right.
This gift from God, Allah, Goddess or Spirit.
We know that our ancestors had good reason for the choices that they made.
We mean no disrespect towards them.
We need to choose
We need to choose what is best for us in this era,
In this time on the planet
And we ask for their support,
and their blessing 
as we make new agreements with our bodies and our vaginas.
We choose Rites of Passage ceremonies that do not require us to be forced to endure pain, humiliation and years of suffering.
That do not need us to shed our blood.
We choose Rites of Passage ceremonies that honour our bodies, our right to choice.
Our right to experience joy and laughter as we become woman.
We are the women of now
Dreaming a new world into Being.
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Healing is
the soft caress of a breeze on my skin,
sun lit rays kissing my body,
the delicate breath of a rose,
the russle of leaves and the magic of trees.
Healing is listening to birds chirping 
and butterflies dancing,
feeling the bliss of water meeting body.
Nature is Healing
healing happens in the moments we simply are,
a shared smile,  
an adoring gaze from my beloved.
Healing happens when I allow you to hold me in your arms,
feeling gratitude for life,
letting go of blame.
Healing is when I reach out to hold your hand,
when I gaze deep into your eyes,
and you feel me say, I see you.
Healing is listening to some-one,
feeling seen and heard.
Healing is resourcing ourselves
answering to what do I need,
singing and dancing.
Pleasure is Healing,, 
anointing my body
being tender with myself,
resting when I need to,
dressing up or dressing down.
Healing happens when I speak up for myself,
creating clear boundaries.
Love is Healing
remembering that I was created in love,
that we were created in love.
Healing is feeling my feelings
and expressing them without causing harm to self or others.
Healing is remembering that I have a place in the circle of life,
I am part of the whole,
Feeling Gratitude is Healing,
Forgiveness is Healing
of self and others.
Healing is loving myself
and learning to love others.
Trusting myself is healing.
Prayer is healing.
Healing is a choice.
                     by  Rah
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I traveled with Saudia Air via Jeddah en route to offer womb awakening work in Egypt. As the plane ascended, an arabic prayer of protection reverberated throughout the plane. This devotional essence set the tone for our journey. The plane was filled with pilgrims en route to Mecca, dressed in their traditional  pilgrim clothes - the men wore the traditional white cloths ready for their pilgrimage and the women were dressed in black.

The energy of devotion and prayer could be seen and felt as men and women sat reading the Quran and counting their prayer beads, their divine essence visible and palpable. 

The words most used in the life of a muslim are is Araghmaan and Aragheem together they denote the two most adored attributes of the Almighty - that of most beneficent and most merciful. It is interesting that the root Raghma means womb and mercy. Both are the qualities of the divine feminine. In Arabic the womb is called Rahim. - the essence of the Divine Feminine. It is this essence that opens our hearts and allows compassion to flow. She, the divine feminine is woven deeply into the fabric of Islam and in every religion and culture. 

The seat of the feminine is revered in Islam so much that it is said that, ” Heaven lies at the feet of the mother”.

It is she who is reminding us of who we are. Calling on our soft,caring,compassion natures. 

High up in the clouds, the captain announced that we would pass over the Kaabah in Mecca. I thought of the magic of the black stone and the fact that many muslim women wear black. 

In womb awakening the dark black shimmering energy is a feminine space. It is the place of birth and rebirth and the place we journey to in order to remember ourselves. 

My ears and heart are attuned to the words that honor the sacred feminine no matter who speaks them. It is to this aspect of the Almighty, God or Spirit that I am aligned to. We have come to Egypt to listen to the women and men who live here. In a crazy city like Cairo, we are surrounded by the Call to Prayer. The Divine Feminine is everywhere and yet she has been forgotten by many. I see how important is was for me to travel in a plane of pilgrims en route to this ancient country. 

Our first offerings have been met with open arms. Everywhere in Egypt men and women welcome us. We are humbled by how we are received and by all the doors that open so that we can offer our work here in this ancient land. Nicole and I honor each of the women of Egypt who continue to show up to meet and be with us here. We Thank You for your Yes, your courage and your trust.

We hold space in the frequency of Divine Love. This is the foundation of womb awakening.

Womb Awakening invites us to awaken to what is living and breathing within our wombs and haras. It does not ask that we embrace a new belief system nor that we reject what we hold dear. Womb Awakening accepts us as we are and invites us to remember that we are the Divine.


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