Sacred Circle of Women

I am a certified doula; birth, labor and postpartum with an interest, or calling towards midwifery. I also am certified as a life coach and mindfulness coach, a certified yoni practitioner, a certification in herbal healing and herbal medicine as well as a yoga and meditation trainer certification.

Each of these were obtained due to the call of helping black women heal inside and out; because as we know as above so below, as within so without. This entire process formed itself all from doing my own genealogy. Digging into my own family roots opened something inside of me. It opened my spirit. It was the women who came before me that sparked my interest, my curiosity, my compassion. Those women ancestors welcomed me into their Sacred Circle.

The spark inside was my purpose and destiny colliding. This yearning I have to be of service to my sisters and their wellness by utilizing the elements within God's Medicine Cabinet is a Spiritual Gift of service and healing that runs through my bloodline.

Picking herbs for a healing postpartum tea

This desire to catch babies and nurture women's minds, bodies and spirits has been passed through my DNA chain and gifted from the wise women before me. As I called their names they allowed me access. Access to their sacred circle of wise women healers. Women who understood the sacred space that lies between the physical and the spiritual. The sacred waters that divide the living and the ancestor realm. Those sacred waters are equivalent to the womb when life flutters within. Those women of old understood this and how to "work" within that space to bring forth life abundantly even under the most horrific circumstances.

These black women healers were called rootworkers, conjurers, witches, and many other vile labels when in fact they were the backbone of their communities even on the plantation. She caught the babies being born. She nursed babies that didn't belong to her. She cooked for the slave owner and his family as well as the enslaved population. She healed broken hearts and comforted broken spirits. She did her best to keep the Ol massa from having his way with the new enslaved girl who is no more than 13 years old.

She could in fact work the roots. Take cotton root for example. She knew that the yellowish pigmented seeds of the cotton plant was called gossypol could aid in miscarriage. She knew to burn sweetgrass, cedar or tobacco to cleanse the postpartum space of any negative energies or germs. She would leave a bible opened at the entrance of the home to the 91st Psalm to protect the home as the new mother recovers. She may even have a bowl of green rice to usher in peace, prosperity and abundance into the home of the new mother and her family.

The midwife served many functions in the black community. It took many years for the medical industries to deem her insufficient, unproductive and primitive with the goal to eradicate her position within the community. She was the gardener who gave you a few vegetables and maybe some meat from her hogs to feed your family. She was the prayer warrior that acted as an intercessor between you and God. The was the caretaker of the children while the elders labored. She was the cook and the washer woman.

There is a need today for the midwives and doulas of the past. Their knowledge is essential to the wellbeing of the black community.