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Dr Danielle Arabena GP. Women’s Health. Cultural & Medical Educator. My name is Dr Danielle Arabena. I am daughter, granddaughter, a mother and wife.

Restorative Yoga & Meditation Teacher
Decolonising Women’s health through deep listening, healing & connection to body and Country. I am the keeper of the crossroads between magic and medicine. A woman of Torres strait Islander descent who is
Bringing together my extensive experience as a medical doctor and a shamanic healer, I stand at the crossroads between life, death, birth and rebirth. My life has always been about service, compassion and healing. As a medical consultant and educator, and having reclaimed myself as a healer I wish to be of service to you. Through my own transformation, formal higher education studies, trials and shamanic journeying, I have arrived into my true authentic Self as an Alchemic practitioner acting as a bridge between the two worlds… where magic operates within the scientific realm.

Content warning: sexual violence / attempted sexual assaultI AM JANE DOE.except I went to the policewent to a hearingand...
08/10/2026

Content warning: sexual violence / attempted sexual assault

I AM JANE DOE.
except I went to the police
went to a hearing
and despite the evidence it got thrown out because he got himself a barrister and the judge seemed friendly with him.
I had to take the stand and he didn’t, he just sat and smiled at me.
The same way I saw him smile at me in the gym after. When I became hysterical, sobbing and left. The woman at the counter asked me what was wrong.
Smug. He won. He got off. However the police assured me he will always have those charges of abduction, deprivation of liberty and attempted r**e to his name.
They asked why we requested a closed court.
I got asked if I liked it.
They questioned my injuries. My swollen nose.
The scratches on the inside of my thighs from the velcro on his pants.
we had been at a university pool party for O week.
He told the police on his arrest he thought we were going to do some ‘smutting’
I thought he was walking me to cab so I was safe. I knew him as an old boyfriend of someone on my high school basketball team
I wasn’t ‘r**ed’ because I fought him off and ran after I had tried to talk my way out.
after i said no.
I remember turning to look for my escape as i was pinned down on my back in that park.

He was a footballer.
I wasn’t - but I was strong.
I remember the next day how sore my quads were from pushing him off me and running.
I still can’t go to the city botanical gardens.
And I have had flashbacks where I have witnessed myself running down the street flagging down a cab driver who had passengers and wouldn’t help me escape.

Since I was 18 this trauma has walked alongside me. Never gone. Never forgotten.

Good thing I turned into a remarkable woman with a promising career.

Here is my heartfelt gratitude to survivors in these difficult weeks and f**k you to the systems that fail us.
Stay strong and keep your agency x

We saw strange lights in the sky this week, in the midst of the world being… a lot.I did think, “Okay, yes, please come ...
03/10/2026

We saw strange lights in the sky this week, in the midst of the world being… a lot.
I did think, “Okay, yes, please come and get me. I need out of this timeline hahaha.” 👽

When that didn’t happen, I returned to my favourite restorative yoga pose.
Apparently I’m staying on Earth, so I may as well get comfortable.

If an evening of gentle rest and connection sounds good to you too, I’m gathering a small Restorative Circle at Wild Moon Lodge on Thursday 8 October.

We’ll spend time in supported restorative yoga, sound bath and guided rest with room to get comfortable and move at your own pace.

My approach is grounded in relational medicine - the understanding that we live in relationship with our bodies, one another and Country.
This is a beautiful opportunity to pause and listen to your inner terrain, notice what your body is asking for, connect with the ground beneath you and the season around you .
I’d love you to join me. 🌸🌙
Thursday 8 October | 6.30–8 pm
slide into my dm if you have any questions :)
Bookings via the link in my bio.

’ve spent the morning down a family-history rabbit hole looking into my great-great-grandfather, Captain Frederick Ruska...
12/09/2026

’ve spent the morning down a family-history rabbit hole looking into my great-great-grandfather, Captain Frederick Ruska.
And honestly… history is wild.
Captain Fredrick was a mariner around Moreton Bay and had a family on Minjerribah with Elizabeth “Lizzie” Gonzales, a Quandamooka/Nunukul woman. Their descendants became the prominent Aboriginal Ruska family of Minjerribah.
At the same time, he married my direct great-great-grandmother, Eliza Day, an English immigrant.
Eliza later died by su***de, drowning herself in Norman Creek. ( Nick Cave song about Eliza Day - where the wild roses grow anyone ??) Another of Fred’s wives also later died by su***de in an incredibly traumatic way.
I did have one fleeting genealogical detective thought of: Grandfather Fredrick what did you do ?!
While there is no evidence he had anything to do with either woman’s death …but two women, two su***des, one man… it certainly gives me pause.

And yes the twists of the story continues to my generation. I could see the threads of colonialism, racism, shame and belonging weaving their way through the generations.
My mother’s parents brought a priest to the house to try to talk her out of marrying my father — a “black man”, because there was already shame and silence in the family around the Aboriginal Ruska family on Stradbroke and they didn’t want to bring more shame to the family.
My mother, being my mother, after this encounter became even more determined to marry him. 😂
And a generation later, I ended up working with Elders on Minjerribah and forming beautiful relationships after discovering some of us shared Captain Fredrick as an ancestor.
Same man.
Different branches of the family.
And more than a century later, somehow our paths crossed again.
History is wild and sad and complicated.
Sometimes the threads find their way back to one another.

30/08/2026

Moon Temple · Hecate 🌙🗝️🔥
Last night we gathered at the crossroads.
With story, journey, keys, moonlight, fire and witness.
We journeyed three roads with three guides —
what was, what is, and what is becoming.
And then we crossed a threshold into the unseen road with Hecate.
There is something ancient in women gathering this way.
A powerful reclamation. A remembering.
During our sharing, something beautiful happened:
the circle began to speak to all of us.
Perhaps this is one of the things ceremony has always known —
we are interconnected in our joy and in our sadness.
When one woman is going through it, the other women in the circle hold witness with their hearts.
And the cycle turns.
Joy weaves into sadness.
Sadness into grief.
Grief eventually gives way to something else.
And we emerge again.
This is one of the beautiful things about ceremony:
some transitions need to be marked.
They need a fire.
A witness.
A threshold.
A moment in which we acknowledge that something has changed.
Thank you to the women who entered the Temple and trusted the journey.
The fire has gone quiet now.
The moon has set.
But something was opened.
Thank you for meeting me at the crossroads.
🌙🗝️🔥

Medicine gives us powerful language for what is happening in the body.Inflammation. Hormonal change. Pain. Pregnancy. Me...
28/08/2026

Medicine gives us powerful language for what is happening in the body.
Inflammation. Hormonal change. Pain. Pregnancy. Menopause. Trauma. Grief. Illness. Recovery.
But we do not experience these things only as biological events.
They can also change our identity, our relationships, our responsibilities, our sense of belonging, our connection to place, and the way we understand ourselves.
They can become thresholds.
Across cultures and throughout human history, ceremony has helped people and communities mark these crossings- birth and death, coming of age, union and separation, illness and recovery, beginnings and endings.

Contemporary research often uses the language of ritual rather than ceremony, exploring its relationship with meaning-making, grief, social connection, collective identity and belonging.

But ceremony cannot be reduced simply to an intervention designed to produce an outcome.
Ceremony is a way of tending relationship.
Relationship with ourselves.
With one another.
With Country and place.
With ancestors and memory.
With time and cycles.
With the more-than-human world.
And with what we understand as sacred.

Ceremony is one of the threads I keep returning to my Relational Medicine ecosystem.

Perhaps ceremony belongs not because it is an alternative to medicine, but because it can attend to dimensions of human experience that biomedicine was never designed to hold alone.

Ceremony gives form to transition.
It creates space for witnessing.

It marks the before and the after.

And perhaps there are moments when treatment is not the only thing we need.
Sometimes we also need a way to acknowledge:
Something has changed.
I am no longer who I was before this.
I am crossing.

This weekend at Moon Temple we gather in ceremony. We remember. We honour our old ways.
I will meet, witness and hold women at the crossroads xx
🌒
WomensHealth

26/08/2026

Well, the Cauldron is certainly stirring, full moon, lunar eclipse and Hecate. A potent portal indeed.

Temple doors close tomorrow 8pm so I can set up the container for the group. There are only handful of places left( link in bio)
So… Will I meet you at the crossroads? 🔥🗝️🌙
(also fun fact when I was creating this reel and I had just written meet you at the crossroads is when my husband said wow some weird lights out here.. magick is afoot! - check out my stories. Also a special shout out to my witch school students when we saw that light in the sky !) 🛸🔥🗝️🩷🤣

What can medicine become when we widen the field?Body. Story. Country. Kin. Mystery.I’ve been weaving these threads toge...
22/08/2026

What can medicine become when we widen the field?
Body. Story. Country. Kin. Mystery.
I’ve been weaving these threads together for a while now, and something is beginning to take shape.
A living ecology of relationships.
More soon🌙🔥

What can medicine become when we widen the field?Body. Story. Country. Kin. Mystery.I’ve been weaving these threads toge...
22/08/2026

What can medicine become when we widen the field?
Body. Story. Country. Kin. Mystery.
I’ve been weaving these threads together for a while now, and something is beginning to take shape.
A living ecology of relationships.
More soon.🌙

I woke early, before the world had fully stirred.I stepped outside to sit quietly with the land…as she was calling me to...
06/04/2026

I woke early, before the world had fully stirred.

I stepped outside to sit quietly with the land…
as she was calling me to witness.

The first light touched the mountains,
shifting them into hues of pink and gold.
The river carried those colours,
moving steadily along its ancient path.

There was a stillness.

So I dropped into meditation,
opened my heart, and waited.

Waiting for Country to speak…
so I softened, expanded my consciousness and listened.

I closed my eyes, breathing with the land…
feeling into the stories held there.

When I opened them
I saw them.

Two deer, moving gently across the river downstream from me. I stayed still as I watched them cross to the other side .

I stayed still, watching them walking along the opposite bank

And then… they felt me.

They paused.

Not in fear.
Not startled.

But with a quiet knowing.

I kept my breath steady,
my heart open.

I watched as they stepped into the water again,
crossing the river toward me.

They came up onto the bank in front of me.

One stepped forward first…
pausing, meeting me.

Then the other.

Each approaching in their own time,
as if acknowledging my presence.

And then they walked back into another part of the river, crossed and continued

It didn’t feel random.

It felt like being seen.

Like the land had taken form
and stepped forward to meet me.

Many years ago, I was introduced to Elen of the Ways—
keeper of the pathways,
walker of the deer trods,
the ancient lines of the Earth.

And in that moment,
I wondered…
was this her speaking?

It felt like a blessing.

Deer carry a gentle medicine.

A reminder that softness is not weakness…
that sensitivity is awareness…
that we can move through the world open,
and still be deeply held.

In that moment, there was no separation.

No observer and observed.

Just presence.
Just recognition.

I didn’t try to understand it.

I just received it.

And I will carry this memory—
this blessing—
with me for a long time.




I carried a few crystals with me across Scotland.Placing them on stone, on earth, on tree…letting them meet the places t...
01/04/2026

I carried a few crystals with me across Scotland.
Placing them on stone, on earth, on tree…
letting them meet the places that were already speaking, albeit softly.

Not to take anything-
but to listen.

To feel what moved through them.
To sense what the land might share.

I’ll sit with them again now that I’m home…
in stillness, in body, in quiet.

Because sometimes the stories aren’t spoken.
They’re felt.

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