Cassey Maynard, Byron Bay (2026)

03/04/2026

These words came flooding through during a beautiful heart coherence breathwork journey this morning. Oh my golly gosh did the tears flow!

I WANT MY BOYS TO REMEMBER all of the magic and miracles life has to offer.

To always look up at a rainbow in awe.
To dance in the rain.
To shine bright.
To give thanks and gratitude to Mumma Earth, Creator, the sun, the moon, their ancestors and light team.

I want them to remember they came from the stars and will return again one day. To not be afraid of death, but instead, be in love with life. To know that their Nanna is always with them, guiding and supporting.

I want them to remember that when they find a feather, their angels are close.
To talk to the animals.
To collect treasures for their altar.
To always ask the parking fairies for a park.
To place themselves in a crystal for protection.
To bathe in the scared waters to clear their energy.

I want them to know that they are the creators of their own reality. That they can be and do anything their heart truly desires. That there are no limitations.

I want them to love themselves fully and completely.
To know that crying is strength.
That feeling deeply and expressing their emotions is not weakness, it is courage.

I want them to remember that women are to be loved, respected and honoured for their creative power and energy.

I want them to remember they need rest as well as play.

I want them to remember the beauty of nature.
To listen to their inner guidance.
To trust themselves.
To talk to their guides.
To follow the dreams they feel in their hearts.

And to remember that they will make mistakes,
because life isn’t meant to be perfect and they are loved no matter what.

I want them to remember to lead with kindness, compassion and truth. And to remember they can do hard things and when challenges come to ask for help and know they will get through them.

I want them remember the magic isn’t somewhere outside of them… it lives within them.

I want them to remember I will always be their safe space loving them unconditionally for eternity 🥹✨🌈

02/04/2026

One final room 🪄

This retreat isn’t just something I’m hosting.
It’s something I’ve been guided to create.

The women holding space alongside me are not random facilitators. They are women who have walked beside me, mentored me, inspired me, cracked me open, and supported my own awakening over the past five years.

Women who hold deep integrity.
Women who lead from their hearts.
Women who embody their medicine.
Women who know how to create spaces where truth rises.

Together we will guide you through a journey of remembering…through ceremony, sound, voice, movement, and deep feminine connection.

A space to soften.
To feel.
To remember the magic that has always lived inside you.

One room remains.

If your heart is whispering yes… trust it.

DM to secure 🪄

20/03/2026

Same mirror.
Different home.
Different soul baby.
Different mumma.

My gosh… how I have grown and changed since I had my beautiful first born boy.

I still have moments where I grieve my old life before babies…the parties, the fun, the sleepless nights I chose, the events, the collabs, the freedom, my body, my bo***es.

But then I come back to this moment.

The meaning of life.
The heart, not the ego.

Creating life.
Nurturing life.
Ensuring procreation continues on this earth.
Helping little boys become good men.

When I zoom out, I realise this is one of the most meaningful, fulfilling roles I could ever have.

I spent years as the party girl.
An influencer, some might say.

From the outside it looked fun, exciting, glamorous.

But inside… I was often deeply unhappy.

I was chasing the next ‘high’, whether that was a hook up, a new opportunity, a drunken night… or many.

Now the highs look very different.

A tiny hand wrapped around my finger.
Milk drunk baby cuddles.
The smiles, laughter and absolute wonder.
Watching my first born become a big brother.
The kind of love that cracks my heart wide open.

And in many ways… I feel more free now than I ever did back then.

Happy 12 weeks to us!

02/03/2026

I’m sharing this for the women who were thrown a medical curve ball and felt like they have failed.

I did everything in my power to avoid an induction this time. I prepared. I cleared. I visualised. I worked on my nervous system. I surrendered (or tried to).

And induction is exactly what I got.

But here’s what I didn’t expect…

It was the most healing experience for both Jordan and I.
And I still received the natural water birth I had dreamed of in this lifetime.

It taught me something profound.

We can clear patterns. We can prepare. We can do the inner work. But destiny is still destiny.

Maybe there are soul agreements at play, ours and our baby’s. Maybe some experiences are chosen long before we land on earth.

Sometimes the most powerful thing we can do… is soften and enjoy the ride.

(And no, I did not take this advice in the final weeks 😂 I was an anxious mess.)

Sending love to all the Mothers out there. You are phenomenal no matter how you birthed your babies.

Thank you to the beautiful midwives/doctors at Tweed Valley Hospital, to my birth doula and my partner Jordan. So grateful to have felt so seen, heard and supported. 🙏🏻

26/01/2026

The early days of postpartum 🌼

Stitches.
Skin torn and healing.
Soreness everywhere.
Haemorrhoids.
That constant question — was that a fart or did I just s**t myself?
Pooping… then immediately showering.
Blood pouring out of me, a visceral reminder that something vast just moved through my body.

There is no glamour here.
Only the primal.
The raw.
The real.

My body aches.
Hormones crash, then surge.
Milk floods in.
A mastitis scare.
Sore ni***es.
No routine.
Resting.
Sleeping when I can.
Letting showers and small patches of sunshine feel like a reset.

And then we were taken down by Influenza A.
Fevers. Shivers.
Coughing until I p**s my pants.
Congestion.
Bone-deep exhaustion.
Inflammation everywhere.

And as if that wasn’t enough — an infection in my perineum.
Skin around the stitches inflamed and painful.
Antibiotics.
Being forced to slow down even more.
A reminder that healing is not linear.

No woman who has birthed a baby escapes the beginning.
It humbles you.
Strips you bare.
Cracks your heart wide open.
I truly wish more women spoke about this part.

Breastfeeding — learning it, establishing it, surrendering to it.
Cluster feeds.
This new dance between mother and son.
Skin to skin.
Heartbeat to heartbeat.
Finding our way together.

At the same time, we’re learning a new rhythm as a family of four.
Supporting a tender toddler through transition.
Letting myself be held — finally.

Nourishing food cooked by my community.
Hydration.
Rest.
Cuddles and kisses.
Day naps that feel like medicine.
Simple rituals to spark joy.
Energy healing.
Bodywork.
Homeopathic support.
Postpartum doula visits.
Tears. So many tears.

And still…
There is love.
So much tenderness.
So much truth.

This is postpartum.
Not pretty.
Not polished.
But sacred in its own way.

A descent into the shadows.
An initiation.
A death and a becoming.

There is no returning to who you were before.
Only emerging — changed forever.

Thank you to those who truly showed up when I needed it. Your love and generosity will never be forgotten.

We made it Baby B! Happy 1 month to you and Happy 43rd Birthday to me. ✨🪄🫶🏼

28/12/2025

Welcome to earth, Brooklyn Blaze ✨
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Birth was wild, raw, tender and powerful. So much to share when the time feels right.

For now we’re all resting, healing, and integrating.

✨🪄❤️‍🔥

14/12/2025

Before our little family of three becomes four,
thank you for all the love, the blessings, and the beautiful support. 🥹🫶🏼✨

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11/12/2025

I grew up believing I had to survive everything on my own.
The heartbreaks. The divorce. The self-doubt.
The quiet disconnection from my body, my truth, my own heart.

I carried fear as if it belonged to me forever.
I didn’t trust myself. I didn’t trust life.

So I kept searching outside of me for answers, for love, for permission because I hadn’t yet learned how to turn inward.
I changed careers, tried to ‘get it right,’ tried to fit the mould… all while my light slowly dimmed.
I didn’t know who I was. I felt lost, confused and wondered if this was it?!

And then life cracked me wide open.
The death of my mother.
The birth of my son.
Two profound initiations that shattered the woman I thought I had to be and invited me into who I was always meant to become.

Awakening wasn’t soft or graceful.
I met myself in the raw places.
I saw parts of me I didn’t like.
I sat in the discomfort.
I let the old identity slowly dissolve.

And in the unraveling…I remembered.
The woman beneath the wounds.
The magic I buried deep within.
The soul that had been calling me home all along.

Now, pregnant with my second son, I can feel how my children have been my greatest teachers and catalysts.
They opened portals I was once terrified to walk through.
They showed me what love truly is.
They awakened my voice, my courage, my purpose.

I’m no longer who I was and I’m not meant to be.
I’m becoming the woman my soul chose long before I arrived here.

As I move toward this next rebirth, I don’t yet know who I’ll be on the other side…
But for the first time, that feels exciting. Expansive. True.

I’m taking time to rest, cocoon, and honour this sacred transition and when I return, I know I’ll be carrying a new frequency, a deeper truth, a wider heart.

One thing will never change:
I’m here to help women feel seen, safe, connected, held.
To remind them of their magic.
To guide them home to themselves…gently, powerfully, unapologetically.

All my love, always. ❤️‍🔥✨🪄

07/12/2025

We’ve walked through grief, loss, fear and a whole lot of change, edges that cracked us open and reshaped us in ways we never saw coming.

And still… here we are, choosing each other, choosing this next season with open hearts.

Now we get to welcome another little Lawson boy earthside soon. 🫶🏼✨🥹

28/11/2025

I made a sacred promise to myself, my family, and this soul baby to honour my body with deep devotion through conception, pregnancy, and postpartum. From the beginning, I knew this journey required real nourishment, so I consciously called in a village of powerful women to support me and this multidimensional little being.

It started with a clear nudge to give up alcohol almost two years ago, one of the most transformative choices I’ve ever made. From there, I strengthened my energy practices, explored new modalities, and committed to cleansing and caring for every layer of myself.

Throughout this pregnancy, I’ve been held and supported by some of the most embodied healers I know, each one helping me weave a rhythm of grounding, expansion, and trust as my body prepares to bring little B earthside.

🪄Acupuncture, moxa + tuning forks .vanessastrauss
🪄Bodywork
🪄Chiropractic + NET - Megan
🪄Quantum healing .is.medicine
🪄Ayurvedic bodywork + craniosacral .margot
🪄Craniosacral + postpartum prep .love
🪄Intuitive healing + .withchrissy
🪄Theta healing
🪄 Shamanic cacao ceremony +
🪄Shamanic women’s craft + birth prep
🪄Lymphatic massage
🪄Homeopathic remedies .studio
🪄Physio

Some might see this as excessive but to me it feels natural and necessary. We don’t have the village our ancestors relied on so we need to build it.

My intention has always been to feel nourished, supported, healthy, strong, and clear, releasing trauma from my last birth, my lineage, and past lives.

And being 42 adds another layer of reverence. My body needs more care, more softness, and more support. I know what it takes to hold life and move through pregnancy as the rite of passage it truly is.

Every session, every healer, every pause… anchored to my intention.

This time, I’m choosing support over struggle.
Presence over pushing.
Trust over fear.

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23/11/2025

‘It’s a boy’ 🩵💙

At 12 weeks pregnant, these words cracked my heart open in a way I didn’t expect.

Not with instant joy… but with a deep, aching grief.
Grief for the daughter I was so sure was coming.
Grief for the healing I imagined through her.
Grief for the dream of raising a fierce, soft little mirror of me.

I felt it all, the disappointment, the confusion, and the guilt for even feeling that way.
Because he was healthy.
Because he came through after loss.
Because I thought miracles weren’t supposed to come with sadness.

But even in those early weeks, something inside me whispered the truth I now fully understand as I enter 36 weeks:

Grief and gratitude can live in the same breath.
Love doesn’t ask us to bypass our truth.
Healing doesn’t always arrive in the form we expected but it always arrives.

Back then, I didn’t yet know the peace I feel today.
But I was already beginning to sense that there was a deeper purpose to being the mother of boys.

It is a big job to raise heart-led men in this world,
men who honour the feminine,
who carry kindness and strength,
who help mend what feels fractured and forgotten.

This baby boy chose me.
Just like his brother did.
And even in my grief, I could feel the sacredness of that.
A reason. A medicine. A purpose I couldn’t fully name yet but trusted.

During those early months, I leaned heavily on the women closest to me…women who held space, who witnessed my grief without judgment, who reminded me of my strength and helped me soften into acceptance.

To the mothers navigating gender disappointment,
you’re not wrong, or ungrateful.
You’re human.
You’re letting go of a version of the future you thought was coming.
And that deserves compassion, not shame.

Feel it.
Speak it.
Let it move through you.
Because healing begins with honesty, and with being seen.

I spoke about this experience on my podcast episode with #180, if any part of this touches you, I invite you to listen.

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18/11/2025

Becoming the New in Motherhood ✨🪄

Becoming a mother will break you. Not because you’re weak. But because you’re expanding into something far more vast than who you were before.

With Asher, I resisted the becoming. Even after he was born, I clung tightly to the version of me I thought I had to preserve, I craved ‘fun Cass’ the spontaneous, social, free-spirited one. I tried to keep the old world alive while simultaneously holding a newborn in my arms and holding so much grief!

And I get it now. That resistance was part of that journey. But this time, this new soul, I feel it differently.

The breakdown is more intense.
More primal.
More honest.

This time, I can’t pretend.
I feel the grief pouring through my cells, grief for the version of me I’m leaving behind, for the simplicity of life before, for the parts of myself that won’t return in the same way again.

This soul is initiating me already.
Stripping away illusions.
Peeling back the layers to what’s real.
Making me have a good hard look at myself.

And it’s hard to explain, but I want it to break me this time. I want to let it. Because I trust that what’s forming on the other side is truer, deeper, and more aligned with who I came here to be.

There’s a sacred surrender in letting the old fall away.
In not rushing to “bounce back,” but instead learning to breathe deeper into the mystery of this becoming.

Motherhood is not a role, it’s a death and a rebirth.
And I’m letting myself feel every ache, every contraction, every truth of it.

To all the Mummas in the void:
You are not broken.
You are being remade

Thank you to the beautiful for bringing my vision to life. Your work is pure magic. 🪄📸
And a big thank you to for providing comfort and style through each version of me.

Cassey Maynard

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