10/12/2025
✨ Yesterday was one for the books. And yes, my ovaries were plotting my downfall before I even got out of bed. ✨
I started the morning curled on my sofa, riding out that charming PMDD pain that loves to test my patience and my will to live before breakfast. Honestly, it felt like my body was sending me a warning: “Not today.”
But I got up anyway.
Then came the Creative Cocoon.
We opened with a drum meditation that dropped everyone straight into that deep, grounded stillness where the energy finally settles and begins to glow. From there, we moved into two beautiful hours of alcohol inks, colour, laughter, sharing, celebrating with food, and that rare kind of connection that feels like soul medicine. It was relaxed, joyful, and exactly what I needed after such a rough start.
After that, I stepped into the Sacred Women’s Drum Circle. Soft, powerful, honest. The women shared deeply, the atmosphere was magic in that quiet, glowing way, and holding that space felt like a privilege. No dancing, just pure drum-led connection and truth.
And the wild part?
I did all of this while my ovaries clung to me like a pair of furious gremlins.
But joy won.
Community won.
Connection won.
Because when people choose kindness, choose to show up, choose to love and include… everything shifts. Pain doesn’t disappear, but it loses its power.
So here I am: Wednesday, 8am, tired, glowing, and actually grateful.
Yesterday reminded me exactly why I do this work… and why I keep showing up even when my body tries to knock me flat.
To everyone who crossed my orbit yesterday:
You made the day extraordinary.
Drakaina Hail
Fur Clemt