is the collective voice that arose from listening to the pelvic bowl. For the past 10 years, I've been working with the root of the female body. As a women's health physical therapist, I assist women in restoring physical and energetic balance to the pelvic bowl. Initially, my approach was "to fix" the symptoms of the body, but my results were significantly more effective when I learned to listen and to follow the body.
By attending to the root, I discovered an abundance of healing wisdom and creative resources, what I call "root medicine," for each woman to live her best and most vibrant life. The words that I chose to describe the essence of the female body, words like "pelvic bowl," "root," and "wild feminine landscape" are intentionally based in nature to express the beauty and rich textures of the female form. This poetic body is the one to come home to.
Right now, our pelvic bowls are crying out for our attention. They need us and we need them. We need to be present in our root place in order to build the new structures that will sustain us as a community. When we listen to the body, we make more space for authentic connection, breath, and a deeper rhythm that arises from the center. We are more balanced in our day-to-day living, but also more likely to create relationships, work schedules, and ways of inhabiting our world that will enrich our time here.
I read aloud the words of Wild Feminine to my first public audience at Powell's. My sons were in the front row, proudly listening to their mama read. They requested their favorite story, a section entitled "Daughters and Sons" that we refer to in our family as "the pink boots." It's a story about gender and a pair of pink boots that my oldest son picked out when he was three, and the adventure that resulted from his step across the invisible gender lines.
Reading from Wild Feminine, I felt the joy of traveling these words together with an audience. Woven from the beauty of the pelvic bowl, they speak of how to restore the sacredness of our root place. My sons were smiling. A young man was nodding in recognition. And the women were following the words back to their own bowls. There was a palpable change in the room. The bowls were singing.