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Placenta Honouring

Ceremony for Mother and Baby

One of the most profound and beautiful ceremonies I have carried out was to plant a tree in earth along with a placenta. Wanting to honour the life of both her daughter - the new mother - and her new grandchild, a new grandmother asked me to assist.

It seems a lot easier to keep claim of one's placenta if it has been a homebirth, as this one had been. Even if you do not have the actual placenta following a birth, a ceremony can still be carried out with a crafted bag of intentions for mother and baby.

Do contact me if you would like my assistance with this.


Honouring the Birth of Our Life

Placenta honouring is beautiful work, rich with the ancestry of maternal lineage, full of the tapestry of that which feeds us as we step out into our lives in this moment, taking our first cautious breaths in this curious new world of our future.

As we leave the safety of the times that have been, we can assist how we are birthed into new life.

A couple of years ago I was holding in-person gatherings connecting with the Spirit of Mother in our lives. Within these events we connected to the ancestral blood and bones of Mother Earth, to the umbilical cord that roots us to Earth and Stars. We re-engaged with the placenta that nourished us when we ourselves were a foetus many years ago. Through drum journeying, creative activity and ceremony there was opportunity to honour our own lives as much as to honour our mothers.

This work is now available on a one-to-one basis with me.

Do contact me if you are drawn to this.

Placenta – who are you?

Standing on a pin between birth and death, a placenta is an extraordinary organ. We take it for granted. As a culture we usually disregard it, neither honouring or releasing it with thanks.

This organ of both mother and foetus is somehow more within its own right. Some indigenous cultures see the placenta as a guardian spirit of the growing child, others see it as a relative. Many rites and ceremonies have been and sometimes still are practiced around the world. For many there is an absolute respect for this mother-organ of connection and nourishment. 

An energetic bond with our placenta ripples through the sea of our auric and ancestral fields. For nine months it throbs as a womb-heart within the mystery of generation upon generation. Both breath and pulse of existence itself, embedded deep within the womb-cave, a cellular web of pulsing life with-in and with-out the threads of our being. Essentially and practically it is a nutrient-rich pool of life.

If you have ever stood with a midwife after a birth you will likely have witnessed her wash the placenta; seeing with her hands and eyes the way it lies, the fatty deposits, the flow and colour of tissue. The health of all three - placenta, mother and baby - are encoded in this massive mammalian flower of life.

Yet the placenta is also a filter, a saviour protecting the one to be born from death. Entrapping toxins within its web it ensures that only that which will nourish and sustain this little budding one will be fed through the umbilical cord. 

Woven in as always, is a thread to remind us that the gift of life is not only to receive, it is also to know about boundaries so we accept only that which will sustain us.

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