We often to do not cherish who we are, who we are becoming and where we come from. Childhood adverse experiences, hidden loyalties towards ancestors who lived a heavy life, educational and societal pressures and norms make us forge a mask or a facade that shows something that we often do not like but we accept it as normal.

I have been thinking a lot lately to what means to Live and Die. The impermanence of Life is no always acknowledged unless we meet Death in a form or another or we just foresee it as an ultimate End of Life. In shamanic cultures Death is not to be feared, but embraced and sought as a teacher. Many rituals and ceremonies involve the concept of dying and being re-born into something else, a new state, a new awareness, a new body.

These two sentences are the core message of a 13 Moon Munay ki rite I received while ago in Glastonbury in the Temple of the Goddess and since then I am giving it away for free to other women that I meet on my path. It is a rite of healing offered to humanity by medicine women from Amazonian forests. It asks us to open to the mysteries of the Womb and heal those wounds that we have stored for so long, preventing us from living a fulfilling, happy and abundant life.