The Wild Woman Era: Embracing the Sacred In-Between

I’m in a season of life that doesn’t fit neatly into a box.

I’m still deep in my mothering years—nurturing, tending, guiding, holding.But I’m not a maiden anymore.And I’m not quite a crone.I’m somewhere between—on fire and grounded, tender and fierce, ancient and alive.

This is my Wild Woman Era.

Not the wild of chaos or recklessness.But the wild that knows.The wild that remembers.The wild that cannot be tamed by roles or expectations or timelines.

Living in the In-Between

The world loves clear definitions: maiden, mother, crone.But what about the transitions? The thresholds?What about the woman who is still mothering but no longer defined by it?The woman who is softening, unraveling, awakening—yet still anchoring others?

This space—the in-between—is where I’ve met my most powerful self.

She is not lost.She is rising.

Not to prove anything, but to reclaim everything.Her voice. Her body. Her pleasure. Her purpose.

She no longer asks for permission.She listens to the wind, the pulse of the earth, the ache in her hips, the dreams she almost forgot.She remembers.

The Wild Woman Is…

🔥 The part of me that dances under the moon after the kids are asleep.

🔥 The part that says yes to my body’s wisdom instead of overriding it.

🔥 The part that creates for the sake of joy—not performance.

🔥 The one who walks barefoot, makes fire, sets boundaries, and opens portals.

She is not separate from the mother in me. She walks beside her.She is not the crone yet—but she carries her seeds of knowing.

She is the bridge.

And I’ve decided to stop rushing through this part.Because the in-between holds its own sacred initiation.It’s where we integrate everything we’ve lived… and begin to trust what’s coming next.

If You’re Here Too…

If you're straddling identities…If you’re craving something wild, something real, something that feels like yours...If you’re tending to others but slowly turning toward yourself again...

Welcome. You’re not alone.

This is the wild woman’s way—messy, cyclical, powerful beyond measure.

Ready to Remember Her?

If your wild woman is whispering to you—or screaming from within—I invite you to join me in a space where she is welcomed, witnessed, and celebrated.

🌿 In somatic healing sessions.🌿 In sacred retreats.🌿 In sisterhood that honors the in-between.

Your Wild Woman Era isn’t a detour. It’s a homecoming.

👉 Join me in this season—learn more about upcoming circles and retreats here.

She’s not a phase. She’s your truth.