In Los Angeles twelve years ago, I gathered with a circle of wise women to hold space for my dearest of dear sisters preparing to birth her daughter into this world. It was a Blessingway filled with love, intention, and deep reverence for the journey ahead. A Salt bowl infused with prayers, wishes, and blessings for this baby girl, woven with the collective wisdom of those present.
And now, all these years later, I found myself standing in the presence of that very child ~Naleʻa, not just as the baby once cradled in our circles but as a young girl who had grown up within them. From the very beginning, she sat among women, absorbing their stories, their wisdom, their way of moving through life. She became my little apprentice, eagerly assisting me in creating ceremony, carefully setting up the center altar, and listening with a quiet attentiveness that revealed her deep respect for the sacred. Always willing to learn the ways of women, she honored the rituals of those before her. But on this day, it was her turn. Her day to be honored. Her day to step fully onto the sacred path of maidenhood, surrounded by the love and support of those who had witnessed her journey from the very beginning. This weekend, we gathered once again, this time to honor her first blood, her first moon, her Sacred Menarche. We sat in a circle, a sisterhood of generations, weaving her into the lineage of women before her. We held a salt bowl of intentions, infused with the very same infused salts from her mother’s Blessingway, carrying the echoes of those early prayers. Each of us added our own blessings into the salt, whispering words of wisdom and protection for her journey ahead. To guide her into this next chapter, we shared the tale of Vasilisa the Great, a story of courage, trust, and the deep wisdom of intuition. We spoke of the inner seasons of the menstrual cycle, how our bodies ebb and flow with the moon, and how to track the rhythms of her own cycle. The moon, our ancient timekeeper became her compass, a guide to understanding her body’s wisdom. With loving hands, I washed her feet with blue cornmeal, honoring the sacred path she now walks. She was adorned with words of empowerment, affirmations of strength, grace, and beauty. We crafted a flower crown, each participant adding a bloom, symbolizing the collective love and support that surrounds her. And as the final touch, she left behind a piece of her childhood her beloved little bunny, marking her transition from girl to maiden, witnessed by all who came to celebrate her. One of the most moving moments of the ceremony was when Naleʻa and her mother, Kahiliana, stood together and recited a poem, a shared expression of love, gratitude, and the passing of wisdom from mother to daughter. This was followed by a cord-cutting ceremony, a sacred act of shifting their bond from mother-and-child to mother-and-maiden, honoring both the deep connection they share and the new independence blossoming within Naleʻa. This was not just a ceremony; it was a remembering, a reclaiming of what it means to honor our daughters as they step into their power. It was a sacred weaving of past, present, and future, a reminder that our rites of passage are meant to be held in community, in love, and in deep reverence. Naleʻa, may you walk boldly on this red path, always listening to the voice of your own wild, wise heart. You are held. You are seen. You are loved. For those of you interested in creating beautiful menarche ceremony for the maiden's in your life, I invite you to check out my online course Sacred Menarche below.  Womb Healing: The Sacred Return to Feminine Wisdom
There was a time when women knew their bodies. We knew how to listen to the pulse of our womb, how to honor its cycles, how to clear what was stagnant, and how to call in what we desired. We gathered under the moon, whispered secrets of herbal wisdom, and passed down the knowing. Then came the forgetting. The sterilized hospitals, the cold speculums, the hush-hush about our blood, our pleasure, our power. We were told to disconnect from our wombs, from our cycles, from the medicine we always had. And now, here we are. A generation of women with painful cycles, bodies full of trauma we never released, numbness where passion should be, and diagnoses that tell us our bodies are broken. But here’s what they don’t tell you: Your womb is not broken. She is just waiting for you to come back to her. What is Womb Healing? Womb healing is not just about steaming your yoni, drinking teas, or rubbing oils into your belly (though those are delicious and powerful tools). It’s about remembering—coming home to the ancient ways that women have used for centuries to restore their bodies, emotions, and spirits. Whether done in a quiet moment at home or guided by a healer, womb healing is about reconnecting with your root, your creative fire, your intuitive knowing. It’s about peeling back the layers of shame, exhaustion, and disconnect and learning to speak with your womb again. My Story: When My Womb Spoke, I Had to Listen I grew up with fairly easy menstrual cycles. I tracked my moon time religiously, knowing which phase the moon was in when my blood would come. My cycle felt like a rhythm I could trust, a quiet knowing between my body and the cosmos. Then, in my late 40s, everything changed. I was diagnosed with endometrial hyperplasia, my womb was literally hardening. Each month, my body was making less and less progesterone. My cycles were no longer flowing with ease. I was holding something. More than just hormones, my womb was screaming at me. I was at the end of a 21-year marriage that I had not yet let myself fully grieve. I wasn’t admitting that it was over. But my body knew. My womb was saying: NO MORE. I was rejecting my partner on a cellular level. The energy between us had died, and my body was manifesting it. The body always keeps score. So, I knew my healing would not come from a prescription. I turned to my intuition. I began deep womb healing practices, not just for my reproductive health, but for my spiritual and emotional survival.
It was not just my marriage that was ending, it was the death of my cycles as I entered a new phase of womanhood. And I had to honor it, not fight it. My body had spoken. I had finally listened. Why Do We Need This? Look at the Numbers Let’s be real for a second. Our grandmothers didn’t have 1 in 8 women struggling with infertility (CDC, 2025). They weren’t walking around with bacterial vaginosis affecting 1 in 3 women or feeling like painful sex was just something to "live with." We are carrying the weight of generations of suppression, stress, processed foods, overmedication, and deep-seated trauma. And it’s showing up in our bodies.
And yet, instead of being taught how to heal, we are given birth control, surgeries, and synthetic hormones. But what if the answer has been with us all along? The Return of Womb Healing: What Women are Reclaiming More and more women are turning away from quick fixes and returning to what our ancestors always knew. How Do We Begin? We begin with listening. The womb is always speaking. Through cramps, through discomfort, through dreams and sensations. The question is: are you listening? This is your invitation to return. To warm your womb, to reconnect, to honor the sacred portal that brought life to this world. Western medicine may have forgotten. But we did not. And neither did your womb. 🌙 It’s time to remember. If you feel called to reconnect with your womb, release stored trauma, or nourish yourself in the sacred way our ancestors did, I am here to hold space for you. I offer personalized womb healing services in the comfort of your home or in my intimate Womb Tent, where you can experience: 🌿 Yoni Steaming Rituals – Tailored herbal blends to support your healing, whether for postpartum care, cycle balance, or emotional release. 🌀 Womb Massage & Healing Touch – A deeply soothing practice to increase circulation, clear stagnation, and honor your body’s wisdom. 🔥 Ceremonial Energy Clearing – Using obsidian tools, hawk medicine, and guided visualization to remove blockages and restore balance. 💛 Sacred Menopause & Postpartum Support – Honoring life transitions with warmth, wisdom, and ancient practices. I serve the greater Los Angeles area, including South Bay, Ventura, and the San Gabriel Valley. Whether you are in your maiden, mother, or wise woman phase, this womb healing is for you. Ready to Begin? Reach out to book your private womb healing session or to learn more about how these ancient traditions can support your journey. Your womb is waiting. 💛 With love & warmth, Tnah Louise |