Remembering My Why

I was always a devotee of the feminine arts.

As a young woman in herb school, I poured my heart into learning the sacredness of tending to the woman. For my thesis, I even wrote a book on it.

I always drew images of women through the stages of life, crafted yoni ornaments as gifts, and even pursued women’s studies when I attempted going to a “normal” school.

But after years of working with women—I grew exhausted.

I felt disheartened by the false friendships, the competition, and the patriarchy I still saw inside of women’s circles.

Adding to that the false prophets, the wounds that were and are being perpetuated in the healing arts, and the stealing of my work by some students and followers.

Honestly, there was so much sickness in the feminine arts, all I wanted was out, and I had to step away.

I needed time to remember my why… to come back to the heart of my motivation for being in this work, for being a medicine woman.

That space was necessary and gave me what I needed.

When I was in Morocco, visiting a hammam (bathhouse), I had a powerful moment where I remembered my why…

Watching Muslim women tending to one another in such a sacred and embodied way moved me to tears. Remembering how much women have been through, how much we carry, what we do, what we hold, how much we tend to others, how difficult our mythos has been—I remembered.

There I was, laying on warm marble, receiving this sacred care, tears streaming down my face.

Seeing these women care for one another reminded me of the sacred power of women gathering, healing, and supporting each other. It removed the distortion in the field and brought me back to my why.

Throughout the rest of my pilgrimage, I held this remembrance close to my heart and placed it tenderly on the altar for the high council to guide me on how this work would weave back into my life when it was the right time.

And now, here it is… The Temple of She. A space of devotion, remembrance, and healing.

This is my offering to you—a sacred gathering to honor the Holy, Whole, and Healed Woman.

What moments have helped you remember your why?