Unveiling the Dark Wild Feminine: My Word for 2024

Spiritual PracticeDark Wild FeminineRituals

8 Jan

And just like that, we’re in a New Year, ripe with potential, hopes, dreams and visions of what could be. I took time out towards the end of 2023 to allow myself some space to feel the energies that are moving through me, and through the incoming year.

I have been practicing the ritual of choosing a word for my year for a while now, and it’s always been a fascinating experience in surrender and magic. As I sat into the energy and allowed myself to connect with that which yearned to move through me, a word bubbled up into my awareness.

It’s a word that crackled like lightning through my bones, and danced like sparkling honey on my tongue. It elicited a deep pulse within my womb, an echo of a siren song that will not be ignored any more.

Honestly, I struggled a bit with the word. I tested out other words to see if it would fit. Knowing as I know the power of words, allowing this word to drop in and settle, to take root and grow could up-end my world. It’s happened before when I’ve chosen a word. A simple word like ‘Peace’ saw my entire world collapse in 2020. The word “Surrender” in 2019 took me to new depths of faith and trust than I could imagine.

Words are, after all, the first spells we weave, a magic strumming the chords of the Universe, calling forth its own primordial magic. And for any witch who knows her craft, you’ll know that magic can unfold in a myriad of ways you least expect.

I’ve felt like the past five years has been a process of unravelling for me. An undoing, unpicking of the threads and stories that have held me back. I’ve worked to re-establish strong foundations through the nervous system work that I practice and teach, allowing myself to reconnect with the power and magic that flows within my veins.

The word that has chosen me this year is simple, and complex: Embodiment.

Embodiment. Terrifying for someone who has spent most of her life in a state of dissociation…and yet…deliciously intriguing.

This word has a power that caressed my soul and whispered to the dark forgotten parts within me. I can’t begin to guess at how this will unfold, but for me this feels like a year of grounding into the Dark Feminine in all her wild, sensual, unabashed glory.

It feels like shaking the dust off my bare feet and feeling the earth pulse beneath my toes, licking the arches, caressing my calves. It feels like whispered incantations, cloaked in midnight, to a haloed silver moon. It feels like wearing my sensuality like a crown, letting my hair be a wild mane of starlight, as I celebrate the dark goddess that lives and breathes within.

There will be no perfection this year. Embodiment is not about perfection. It's about radical authenticity, about owning every scar, every curve, every tremor that makes me uniquely beautiful. It's about shedding the masks and stepping into the raw, unfiltered power of my being.

It's about feeling everything, the ecstasy and the ache, the whispers of possibility and the roar of defiance. It's about owning my stories, carving them into my skin with laughter and tears, making them a symphony that resonates through the very fabric of existence.

If you’re ready to embrace embodiment, and feel the call of this siren song, then head over to the link below and join the waitlist for the Dark Wild Feminine.