In Lak’ech
I am another you.

Honoring The Lineage

This work flows through a lineage of women who have tended the wisdom of the womb for generations.

I offer deep respect to Beatrice Torres Waight, author of Fire Heart, whose teachings arise from Yucateca Maya tradition and carry forward ancestral knowledge of uterine alignment and women’s healing.

The uterine massage teachings were passed to my mentor, DeAnna Batdorff, and through her guidance entrusted to me.

If you feel called to learn more, you can support her work and her family in Belize by reading Fire Heart.

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“The womb is the center of a woman’s creative and spiritual power, a place where memory, intuition, and life itself are held.”
— Beatrice Torres Waight, Fire Heart

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For the grandmothers who protected this wisdom.

For the women who carry it today.

For our daughters and granddaughters yet to come.

an ode to my teacher

There are teachers who give information,

and there are teachers who give you back to yourself.

You have done the latter.

I remember standing beside you at Spirit Weavers,

my hands learning to listen,

my mind still questioning what my body already knew.

Each time you asked me where I felt the womb,

I had doubted the first answer that came.

And each time, when your hands followed,

it was there.

You saw what I could not yet trust in myself.

And still, you trusted me.

You told me I was the one to find the wombs that gathering.

You placed me in the work, not at the edges of it.

That kind of trust changes something in a person.

It did in me.

Through you I have learned new ways to read the body,

to listen beneath what is said,

to follow sensation as a language.

But more than that, I have witnessed how you return women to themselves.

This is my body, you say.

And something begins to come back.

You have shown, again and again,

that we do not have to live in pain,

that pain speaks,

and that there is always something deeper asking to be heard.

There is a fierceness in you that protects this truth,

and a tenderness that makes it safe to receive.

And somehow, always, laughter woven through it.

I carry forward what you have given me

with deep respect and gratitude.

Not as something that is mine,

but as something entrusted.

I thank you DeAnna, deeply!

हरि ॐ

Hari Aum