
If Women Rose Rooted: A Journey to Authenticity and Belonging

We have our own guiding stories, and they are deeply rooted in the heart of our own native landscapes. We draw them out of the wells and the waters;
Sharon Blackie • If Women Rose Rooted: A Journey to Authenticity and Belonging
What if women rose again? Not in battle, but what if we could reclaim, somehow, that power and respect which women had lost? What if we could somehow dismantle this planet-destroying patriarchy, and recreate a world in which we lived in balance?
Sharon Blackie • If Women Rose Rooted: A Journey to Authenticity and Belonging
‘When you sit on this small island and see the huge waves pounding against rocks millions of years old it gives a sense of perspective – how tiny we are in this world, how insignificant our lives are, yet every act of kindness, every moment of love, can make a difference for generations to come.
Sharon Blackie • If Women Rose Rooted: A Journey to Authenticity and Belonging
in the old Irish Ogham alphabet, which is based on native trees, the birch is the first letter.
Sharon Blackie • If Women Rose Rooted: A Journey to Authenticity and Belonging
‘The medical model, with all its emphasis on pathology and biology, brings with it a reliance on medication to keep the problem – and the person – under control.
Sharon Blackie • If Women Rose Rooted: A Journey to Authenticity and Belonging
Planting a seed so that sometime, when they need it, they’ll remember these things. Because it’s time for us to rise up and take back our role as caretakers and stewards not just of the land but of the children, too.
Sharon Blackie • If Women Rose Rooted: A Journey to Authenticity and Belonging
And I think what I bring to this work above all is the ability to hold space for people while they connect, and learn. I want this to be a safe place that people can step into, and to keep them safe while whatever needs
Sharon Blackie • If Women Rose Rooted: A Journey to Authenticity and Belonging
And yet somehow she was different. Her eyes and hair and skin were shining; and something in the way she held her body told Mara that she was at peace and at home with herself once more.