Ruby Red Slippers, A Ode To The Womb Witch

A Menstrual Medicine Poem

Meaning the words come with an energy that are helpful for our Sacred Womb Centre.

I recommend reading, feeling, hearing the words and noticing if and how your womb responds.

See the Womb Witch zoom
Across the midnight sky
Wearing just ruby red slippers
And a twinkle in her eye

With the blood of her Womb
The rubiest of reds
That magical potion
Streaming down her legs

With no longer a care
For opinions or rules
She unleashes a cackle
Felling ignorance and fools

See the Womb Witch soar
There’s no stopping her now
Off on her broom
Freedom, her only vow.

By MELANIE SWAN

melanie swan with a podcast mic in nature

Melanie Swan

Melanie is an experienced Womb Medicine Woman, Soul & Shadow Worker, Perimenopause Guide, Podcast Host and Trainer.

For over 24 years, she has supported individuals and healing professionals to restore connection with the body, repair attachment and separation wounds, and embody primordial wisdom rooted in the womb, heart and soul, and has now evolved her work to support women in perimenopause who want to navigate it as a process of liberation.

Melanie's approach blends somatic womb healing, shadow integration, shamanic healing and soul-level repatterning - offering a deep and lasting pathway back to the true self.

She hosts The Sacred Womb Podcast, leads The Womb Medicine Woman Training, and is currently writing her first book, The Sacred Womb - a handbook for coming home to our true nature.

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