Halfway through a Womb Surround, a circle of eight women, and my heart is quietly full. Laughter spilling out where words once couldn’t. Tears finding permission. Stillness that says more than anything spoken. Long, poignant silences and the gentle joy of unfurling. I’m in awe of the beauty this work brings... the ripples it sends outward, seen and unseen. Life moves through us like a river: marking us, shaping us, carving us open. We are born this way... initiated into life
