〰️ Motherhood 〰️ Motherlands 〰️ Mother-tongues 〰️

〰️ Motherhood 〰️ Motherlands 〰️ Mother-tongues 〰️

Seasonal Doula

Shadow Boxing with your Shadow Self

Story Witnessing & Writing

Holistic Pelvic Care

Healing Circles & Ceremonies

come home to your body

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come home to your body 〰️

come home to yourself

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come home to yourself 〰️

I wrote the poem below as a meditation on how we are carried in water, wombs and women, from generation to generation, across ocean and seas. I share it with you as a window into my mind, and the place from which my work is born.

I am a journey

that started in my grandmother’s womb,

beneath the monsoon skies of Chợ Lớn at noon.

my mother,

a fetus, nestled in the oceans of bà ngoại,

me,

an egg buried deep within má and bà,

layers of matriarchy keeping me warm and waiting.

I am a bridge between past, present and future

connecting lifetimes and lives

spent floating inside

bodies of water, women and wombs.