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Night of Mothers…


Yule was the pre-Christian period of celebration that lasted around 12 days, the Solstice and Modraniht were among the celebrations that honoured both the male and female aspects of Nature and divinity…

Modraniht was the eve of Yule, though there is dispute about whether that was the eve of the Solstice or what has become Christmas…it celebrated the Mothers or Matrons, both as mothers in connection with the potential of women to bring forth new life and as such representing the rebirth of the Sun and the rebirth of Spring as the days slowly lengthened once more, as Matrons in the sense of female ancestors and as tribute to the female aspect of the divine…

Life’s Companion by Susan Seddon Boulet

As women rewilding, we do not have to adopt or shun faith but I see the power in recognising that once, we all honoured the male and the female…only recently in human history have we denied the true role of the divine feminine…even in Bible teachings, we read about the maiden-mother as birthing the light of the world…I do not think that is coincidental, I believe simply that as organised religion became more about control and power, the deeper teachings were lost and the influence of patriarchy grew….not least, women’s teachings were so often oral and so easily lost in a generation or two if they fell from favour…

So this Christmas Eve, I invite you to remember your female ancestors, to honour your femininity, and to listen deep to the singing of your bones for the truth of who you are and how you came to be here…

Bright blessings, may we all be merry, may there be peace and  goodwill for us all…

Out of the darkness…


Today is the Winter Solstice, the shortest day, the darkest deep of winter…As the darkness deepened it is no wonder our ancestors began to doubt the Sun would ever return, fear, anxiety, self-doubt, low mood are common at this time of year still…imagine being amongst those first humans before the slow awakening to cycles and seasons…but then imagine too the warmth of your tribe gathered together to face fear and darkness together, setting aside petty squabbles to unite against the dark and offer all you collectively could to turn the darkness aside and bring back the light…
Today’s Solstice is known by the druids as Alban Arthan, Art – bear in Gaelic – referring to Ursa Major – the Great She-Bear…Artio is a germanic-celtic bear goddess who heralds new life and the resurgence of growth…

It also happens to be the Last Quarter for the Moon.. this lunar phase encourages self-care, attention to detail and relection…

Let Artio and the Moon inspire your practice today…

Whether you gather with loved ones or honour the Solstice solo, now is the time to recognise your dark, acknowledge your past and reflect on how you came to be here today…

And then turn to embrace your light, feel the warmth gathering inside, radiating, awakening, animating…

Try the Shining Jewel Mudra from Energy Healing for Women as an opening meditation…then take a few moments to set your intentions…simply stating you are willing to let what is done go, that’s enough…recognise that it is done and give yourself permission to move forward at your own pace…now, consider how you wish to be in the coming months… no resolutions here sweet souls…keep it present and positive…”I am abundant” : “I keep life simple” : “I love myself and care well for myself”…What do you need, what do your bones long for, what yearning burns in your heart…I’m not asking you to set goals here…intention is the key…and now choose one simple, easy thing you can do today that will align you with your intention…


On community…


I love yoga, it keeps me grounded, I’m a better human because I have yoga in my life, and I trust it to support everyone I share it with…yoga means union, unity, joining, connection… we often view this simply as body, mind, soul…

Through offering yoga for pregnancy and post natal recovery, I’ve been privileged to meet many women…they all teach me something… 

What they have taught me time and again is the importance of connection…I encourage them to reconnect with body and breath to support them fixing their connection with their instincts and intuition to support gentle birthing and joyful mirhering…and to deepen their connection to baby… I offer partner work and group work to help them suport each other…

It pays off, and I find myself tearful today after bumping into a mum who trusted me to help her through her mothering journey…she leaves our city in three days to start anew with her family in another country…she feels yoga made her a better mother and most importantly she thanked me for introducing her to her closest group of friends from the last 5 or 6 years, women she calls friends for life…I simply held the space that brought them together…

And I am humbled that other groups have connected…I recently received and invite to join one group.. 

“Dear Lucy, over a year ago when we all had bumps and not babies …me and the class all planned to do something healthy and ended up going for a curry, J was overdue, ha! we then started a Facebook group because of that and have used it to keep in touch. The group of ladies I met through your class has stayed strong and have been wonderful, funny, supportive, encouraging. We are having a christmas meal, our first ever meet up without kids…”

And so, I find myself realising that all that I love about yoga, all that it has to offer, is so often expressed as connection…

As we face the festive chaos, I wish you real world and virtual world connections that nourish you as deeply as your yoga practice…


Me She


​I’m me

Not sassy not sensual

I’m sensuous, touch, taste, feel, be

My form is supple

Sliding from voluptuous to vulpine

In the blink of an eye

My curves are gentle, quiet inviting

I’m not pneumatic or burlesque

That’s not my version of She

My wild woman wanders the woods in quiet reverence

Witness to the Moon

Tending her call

Singing over bones

Drumming my life’s rhythm

La loba sees me, hears me, I become her

But I don’t howl…unless I’m wounded

And then I retreat deeply so only Her womb hears my call

My voice can be heard but for truth, you’ll have to listen close

I’ll whisper about me, 

the real me, the me She

I won’t scream her or shout her

She’s mine, she’s yours

You womb-anifest her your way

This path is mine

We can grasp hands, clasp fingers, gaze into the other’s eyes

And She will be there to divine, Divine

Glimpse her, hear her, listen deep

She is in my bones

Aeons old, born anew in me

In you

La que sabe

She who knows

We are birthed from her, live from her, die to her

And so we return, again and again and again

Circular, cyclical, rhythmic

Writhing in dirt, grimed by time passing, marked by her bidding

Over and over and over

Rising, flowing, brightening, ebbing

Heart river, her river

Womb river, life giver

Maiden, mother, wolf runner


I am She

(My own words)


Beautiful woodcut, one of many, check out the amazing art of Jaclyn E. Atkinson:

Black Moon Rising


​There was much made of September having a #BlackMoonRising but in the UK it is tomorrow’s #NewMoon that will rise as the second in a calendar month 🌒🌚🌘

New Moon is a deeply feminine, intuitive and insightful time – traditionally the time a majority of women welcome their bleed, and we are considered more receptive and connected to Nature, Spirit, Goddess at this time in the #Lunar cycle 🌒🌚🌘

We are invited by the flow of this phase to release, to let go. It is a time when darkness, solitude and introspection pervade. As we release that which no longer serves us #She offers darkness to our insight as Her earth offers darkness to the seed 🌒🌚🌘

Ahead of the #newmoon tomorrow, consider what new seeds you wish to plant so that tomorrow you can release what has come before to make way for your new intentions to bloom. Whether you journal, ritual, light a candle, swim in the wild, mark it in a way that lets your soul sing. This #blackmoonrising may lend her potency to your seedling intentions – an even more auspicious opportunity 🌒🌚🌘

Coincidentally, today marks the emergence of the #SouthseaRedTent and though travel with my family has kept me from attending, my love and blessings are with my #SouthseaSisters and I wish them all a beautiful beginning.

OM x ॐ

YoguiOla Magazine Launch


YoguiOla magazine is launching their first issue in English on June 15th, and they would like to celebrate it by making some workshops along Europe. The YoguiOla team will be in Portsmouth this Saturday, June 18th. Join them for some hours of yoga, meditation and fun, a complete yoga immersion that will renew your body and mind.

The workshop will run for 3 hours. A fusion of many yoga styles to awaken and nourish your body and mind. A full rejuvenating practice, with asana, meditation and pranayama (breathing techniques), to help you tune into your true Self. We will practice yoga, talk about yoga, make some pictures for the forthcoming issues, and have a lot of fun.
This yoga immersion shall consist of the following parts:
  1. Energetic yoga.
  2. Meditation in movement.
  3. Lovely hatha yoga practice.
  4. Pranayama.

The teachers:

  • Ara Vercher (below left) Yoga Teacher and Teacher Trainer from Spain, currently living and teaching in Mauritania. Co-editor of the YoguiOla Magazine and co-organizer of the Spring Yoga Festival (Valencia, Spain).
  • Marta García Lumbreras (below right) Journalist, student and Yoga Teacher from Spain, co-editor of theYoguiOla Magazine.













18th June 2016 – 10am-1pm £25

Portsmouth Yoga Studio, 153 Albert Road, Southsea, PO4 0JW

Book your place here:

Brighter than ever…


Post Natal Depression affects at least 10-15% of mothers…You are not alone…

If you are not sure what PND looks like, you can read more about the signs and symptoms here: PANDAS 

I experienced PND with both my sons…there were days when I felt that I had hollow bones… I would carry on my days in a drifting state of automatic mothering, smiling when expected, tending to the needs of my children, doing the essentials but I felt numb, hollow, so tired I sometimes didn’t know how I would put one foot in front of the other to leave the house…

PND left me feeling exhausted, anciently old before my time, I ached and I cried and I barely existed beyond the “good mother” persona I hid behind…

Looking back, I was in fact a good mother… My sons saved me… I knew they needed me and so I would drag myself out of bed, force myself to walk in the fresh air, idle in the park as they played, sit and chat at groups so they had social contact… Some days I would not even make it home before the tears would flow, the exhaustion overwhelming, the claustrophobic loneliness crushing my chest, and I would drop my head and sing quietly to my sons to get us to the front door, and once inside I would sob quietly and try to hide my anguish from my children…

I loved them… and kept them close, without breastfeeding and bed-sharing, I believe my own PND would have been deeper…being connected, feeling & responding to the


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natural and all-consuming needs of my children was what kept me from spiraling deeper into the darkness… For me, the physical closeness of mothering – the family bed, nursing my sons and carrying them in slings – was the rock that allowed me to cling to reality… If you are trying to support a mother with PND, I beg you to find ways that do not remove her children from her care, she needs to feel she can focus on herself and her children… Do her dishes, fold her laundry, clean her loo… Invite her for a cup of tea and just give her a space in which to exist…

My husband took up the slack… I cooked, and cared for our children, but he did almost everything else in those months when I had nothing else to give… He tolerated the heavier work load, the lack of conversation, the loss of my affection and often just quietly held me whilst I silently cried my sorrow…

Why was I depressed? … I wanted my children… I loved them deeply from the moment I knew the new life was in my womb… I enjoyed being a mother… I just felt sad, tired, scared and overwhelmingly alone…

PND is indiscriminate and powerful… It does not just grab weak women… It is stealthy and insidious and it has a firm grip… It can last a few weeks or echo in your life for years… It does pass… And even so, there are good moments and glorious days…

PND cast deep shadows but for me, they were the balance to the brightest sunshine… My children have brought me the more delightful joy, and I cannot believe how blessed I am even now… There was a time when I did not believe I would ever have a child, but that is another story…

Beyond letting my children’s needs carry me, I found my way through with my yoga practice… Many days it was no more than chanting mantras as lullabies or spending the time it took to have a wee focusing on my breath (yes, door wide open & small people clamouring for my attention…)

Micro-practice was what pulled me back into myself when I felt I was drifting… child’s pose with my toddler tucked up underneath me, savasana with my baby on my belly, alternate nostril breathing whilst breastfeeding at 2am…and 3.30am..and 5am…

Yoga never did make me a perfect mother, it still does not guarantee me a life free of anxiety or doubt… I choose to practice & offer yoga for joyful motherhood because even when the joy is only glimpsed fleetingly through the gloom, it is worth it…

I believe that my children and I are here now because of yoga… If that deepening dark is pulling you into the shadows, I offer you yoga to bring the sunshine breaking through the clouds… The light will return, and when it does, it will be brighter than ever…