07/02/2026
✨️ She Gathers Light ✨️
She gathers light in open hands,
from leaf and root and star,
whispers prayers to teacups warm
and listens to who you are.
Her laughter smells of chamomile,
of rosemary and rain,
she knows the language of the womb,
the body’s joy and pain.
With petals, breath and gentle trust
she weaves the old, the new,
reminding cells how to remember
the wisdom living in you.
She walks with moon and mother-earth,
with babies yet to be,
holding space where healing blooms
so naturally, so free.
Here, magic isn’t far away,
it’s brewed, it’s felt, it’s real.
It lives in love, in slowing down,
in choosing how you heal.