Sasha Moss - From the Feminine

28/12/2025

04/10/2025

We’ve been sold the idea that rest is just another kind of self-care. But Tricia Hersey, founder of The Nap Ministry, says rest is far more radical.

Rest, she argues, is how we reclaim our humanity from the systems that tell us our worth is only in what we produce.

✨ What shifts when we start to see rest not as luxury, but as liberation?

Read the full interview with Hersey in the September/October issue of Psychotherapy Networker Magazine.

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04/10/2025

True femininity has never been about fitting into someone else’s definition. It’s about strength, confidence, and the power of women rising together. Let’s keep challenging outdated stereotypes and celebrating what makes us unapologetically ourselves.

04/10/2025

Restoration...

04/10/2025

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09/09/2025

Truth and boundaries alongside compassion and curiosity 💯💕

16/08/2025

I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.

JOHN O'DONOHUE

Fluent, from the book, Conamara Blues.
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County Galway, Ireland
Photo: © Ann Cahill

16/08/2025

Abusers are so wily and manipulative. There are infinite ways that they can tear down their partner. It is often so difficult to put your finger on exactly what is happening. For me, I kept trying to fix ME to make him happy. That was a losing battle. The more I did, the worse I was treated.
https://carolineabbott.com/2013/08/what-is-emotional-abuse/

08/08/2025

It’s been a wild and wonderful week sharing from the heart of my passion work … more to come soon! 😍

16/07/2025

TAKE MY HAND, SWEET SISTER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE IN THE DARK NIGHT

I know this life has brought you to your knees. I see the shadows of doubt and fear etched on your precious face. I see your strong shoulders bowing under the weight of the whole world’s pain. I see the dried blood on your soft hands from clawing your way out of all places you did not belong.

It is time to rise.

Come with me to the water’s edge and look into your own radiant eyes. For it is there you shall see your blazing truth: You are too beautiful to be hidden. You are too powerful to stay small. You are so much more than the life that contains you.

Set down your sword, sister. You are a warrior, but your power does not lie in weapons. Your true strength lies in the mysteries hidden beneath your sumptuous skin. It swells in your shining moon-belly, cascades over the mountains of your honeyed hips, and pulsates through your thunderstorm-heart.

Let us journey through the desolate lowlands of sorrow to the epic wall you built around that heart so long ago. See the wall now covered in the moss of sadness and the vine of regret. Allow yourself to take it down brick by brick with trembling hands.

Let your sacred tears cascade like a waterfall upon all the wounds that your own sword has inflicted. Listen as your heart beats stronger and more insistent with every tear drop, in perfect time with the rhythm of life: Love. Love. Love.

With a free heart, watch the land come alive again. First wild flowers will burst forth, and then whole jungles full of rainbow-feathered birds and roaring beasts. Do not be afraid, darling one. They are all here for you.

Travel to all the forgotten places. Dance naked beneath the shining starlight of your intuition. Rediscover the ancient mysteries drawn on the walls of your womb and the wisdom of the ever-changing scarlet tides of your blood. Step boldly into the long-suppressed fires of sacred anger, allowing yourself to be engulfed and transformed by the raging flames.

Tiptoe carefully into the darkest shadows of yourself to behold the savage dragons and the tender little girl they protect. See every muddy, bloody, wild part of yourself, and embrace it all. Your messiness is your magnificence. Your humanness is radiant beauty in motion. You are a powerful, magical creatress.

Know your lover deep in your heart. Feel their integrity, strength and courage, so that when you see them — for the first time or the hundredth — you may recognize their true divinity.

Remember the devotion of your sisters and the endless lifetimes we have gathered together.
Let us always make circles and dance with Maiden Earth below us, the red tent holding us, and Grandmother Moon above.
Surrender to your own sacredness. Let your sword stay fallen and your walls continue to crumble.
When the world brings you to your knees again, when you can barely see through the darkness, know this: You are love. It radiates through every cell of your being.
Let it shine out onto everything and everyone you touch.
And rise.

( ✍️ Catherine McInnes-Wright )

Art : Tarn Ellis

10/05/2025

Brutal truths - absolutely spot on 🤯

I read Jancee Dunn's book the night after I'd hidden in the bathroom, silently sobbing into a towel so I wouldn't wake the baby—or my husband, who was sleeping through his third consecutive night shift that I was somehow pulling alone, despite us both working full-time. I wasn't crying from exhaustion. I was crying because I had just calculated how much child support he'd have to pay if I left him.

This isn't a book. It's a goddamn mirror reflecting the darkest thoughts of every mother who's ever fantasized about abandoning her family at 3AM, not because she doesn't love them, but because she's drowning and her partner is standing on the shore checking his phone.

1. The Maternal Rage You Feel Isn't Mental Illness—It's Mathematics
Dunn ruthlessly quantifies what most parenting books politely ignore: the raw numerical inequality of modern parenthood. When she tracks hours spent on childcare (her: 35 weekly, him: 9) while both work full-time, it's not anecdotal—it's violence. The liberation comes in recognizing your homicidal thoughts aren't hormonal or "crazy"—they're the rational response to systemic theft of your time, sleep, and identity while someone who claims to love you watches from the sidelines.

2. The "Mental Load" Isn't Just Unfair—It's Killing You Cell by Cell
What devastated me wasn't just Dunn's account of doing everything—it was her scientific exploration of what invisible labor does to a woman's brain and body. The constant vigilance of tracking every family need doesn't just make you tired—it restructures neural pathways, elevates cortisol, and accelerates aging. When her doctor finds her blood pressure dangerously high while her husband's remains perfect despite their supposedly "shared" stress, the physiological consequences of inequality are laid bare. You're not imagining it—this imbalance is literally shortening your life.

3. Your Husband Isn't Just Annoying—He's Been Systematically Trained to Disable You
The book's most chilling insight comes when Dunn investigates how her competent, intelligent husband develops "strategic incompetence" around domestic tasks. Her research reveals it's not accidental—it's subconscious warfare honed through generations of male socialization. The weaponized helplessness ("Where does this go?"), the learned blindness to mess, the performance of bumbling assistance—these aren't personality quirks but sophisticated tactics to maintain privilege while appearing supportive. I'll never hear "just tell me what needs done" the same way again.

4. The Fights You're Having Aren't About Chores—They're About Human Worth
Dunn's epiphany comes not in cataloging tasks but in recognizing the existential question beneath them: whose time and peace matter? When her husband unthinkingly preserves his exercise routine while she hasn't showered in days, when he sleeps through night wakings because he "has work" (as though she doesn't), when he requires praise for basic parenting—the underlying message is that his humanity outranks hers. This reframing transformed how I understood my own marriage's breaking points.

5. You're Not Control-Freaking—You're Preventing Catastrophe
The section that left me breathless was Dunn's dissection of "maternal gatekeeping." Her therapist suggests she's "not letting go" of child-rearing tasks—until she documents the actual consequences of her husband's cavalier parenting: a toddler left in soiled clothes for hours, forgotten medications, a child nearly hit by a car while dad texts. The gut-punch: sometimes the "perfectionist mom" narrative masks legitimate terror of what happens when the backup system fails. I've never felt more vindicated about my inability to "just relax."

6. Romance After Children Requires Blood Sacrifice—Usually Yours
Dunn's unflinching examination of post-baby intimacy problems goes beyond fatigue to something darker: the resentment poisoning attraction. Her account of faking interest while mentally calculating how many hours of sleep she's losing made me physically flinch with recognition. The breakthrough comes not through date nights or lingerie but through radical redistribution of invisible labor. Her documentation of how performing oral s*x feels easier than asking for help with dishes exposes how parenthood turns s*x into another form of female emotional labor.

7. The Solutions Aren't Cute—They're Nuclear
What elevates this beyond primal-scream therapy is Dunn's scorched-earth approach to reconstruction. She brings in hostage negotiators. Corporate efficiency experts. Therapists who specialize in high-conflict divorce. The message is clear: half-measures will fail. Her implementation of NASA's black box system for critical communication during arguments saved not just her marriage but possibly her husband's life. This isn't about better chore charts—it's about dismantling and rebuilding the entire operational system of your relationship.

This book should be handed to every couple in the delivery room, not as celebration but as warning. Dunn doesn't offer gentle suggestions for reconnecting with your spouse—she offers battlefield triage for the psychological trauma that parenthood inflicts on females and marriages.

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