01/12/2025
Yesterday… something unforgettable happened.
A room of women walked in carrying stories buried so deep inside their bodies grief held in the womb, unspoken pain in the heart, generations of silence sitting just beneath the surface.
And then…
We breathed.
We surrendered.
We released.
We met the womb.
We met the lineage.
We met the truth held in our blood.
I watched women shake off lifetimes of heaviness.
I watched their spines straighten, their eyes soften, their breath return.
I watched the transformation happen right in front of me from this → to THAT:
From holding it all together
→ to letting it fall apart and be reborn in love.
From silence
→ to voice.
From numbness
→ to feeling again.
From fear
→ to fierce devotion.
From separation
→ to sisterhood that felt ancient.
The womb speaks when we finally listen.
And yesterday, she ROARED.
My heart is wide open with gratitude for every woman who stepped into the circle, who said YES to her healing, her power, her remembering.
Thank you for trusting me to guide you into the deepest parts of yourself and for reminding me again why this work matters.
This is just the beginning.
The lineage is rising.
We are rising.
If you feel the call to walk this path to remember who you are beneath the conditioning, the pain, the expectations — there is space for you. Comment RISE or message me privately.
Aho,
Charlotte 🤍
The womb remembers.