Wild Women’s Academy

18/06/2026

Did you see the rare Moon Venus eclipse last night… under the the new moon?

18/06/2026

Magical preparations are well under way for our magical Summer Solstice Celebrations this weekend at Wellness Woodland’s…

This year we connect deeply with nature. We will powerfully invoke the elements and weave our magic with Mother Earth… 💚

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15/06/2026

The countdown to our annual Summer Solstice celebrations is on…… only 5 days!!!

Today I’m collaborating with beautiful Mother Earth… writing blessings and connecting deeply
With the elements in preparation for our magical day of ceremonies 🌳

15/06/2026

The Sunday Evening Ache Nobody Warns You About…

The sun starts going down, and your body knows before your mind does.

The light turns amber.

Then gray.

And something in your chest quietly begins to close.

You tell yourself it is Monday.

The inbox. The alarm. The week standing at the door with its hand already out.

But that is not the whole truth.

What aches on a Sunday evening is not the thought of work.

It is the part of you that knows you are about to become useful again.

It is the sound of a woman folding herself back up.

All weekend, in small unguarded moments, you got to be a little more yourself.

You moved slower. You wanted things without apologizing for them. You heard your own thoughts again.

Maybe you looked around for a moment and thought, there she is. There I am.

And then Sunday evening comes.

The light leaves the room. The house goes quiet in that particular way.

And you can feel yourself reaching for the box you keep her in.

The capable one. The composed one. The useful one. The one who does not need too much.

The one who can make herself small enough to fit through Monday morning.

You start putting yourself away a piece at a time.

The softness goes first. Then the wanting. Then the part of you that still dreams.

And that quiet grief you cannot quite explain is real.

It is not a bad mood. It is not you being dramatic. It is not you being ungrateful for a life you worked hard to build.

It is a small funeral you hold every week for the woman you do not get to be from Monday to Friday.

Because some part of you knows she was alive this weekend.

She was not gone. She was just buried under competence, under survival, under everyone else needing you to be fine.

And here is what I need you to hear before the light is fully gone.

That ache is not weakness.

It is the last honest part of you refusing to disappear quietly.

It is the part of you that still remembers there was supposed to be more than getting through.

A woman who had truly given up would feel nothing on a Sunday evening.

She would fold up clean. No grief. No resistance. No ache in the chest.

But you still feel it.

That means she is still alive in there.

So do not rush to silence the ache tonight.

Do not call it anxiety and bury it under one more episode.

Let it speak.

Because it is telling you the truth your week keeps drowning out.

You were not put here to fit through Monday.

You were not made to spend your whole week as a function, and call two slow mornings freedom.

You were not born to be useful at the expense of being alive.

I am not going to pretend one post changes the shape of your life.

But maybe tonight you fold a little less of yourself away.

Maybe you leave one part out.

The part that wants. The part that feels. The part that still remembers.

The part that looks at the dying light and whispers, please do not make me disappear again.

Keep her close this week.

Keep one promise to her, even if it is small.

Especially if it is small.

She has been packed away long enough.

— Eric Graham 🙏❤️‍🔥

What part of yourself do you miss most on Sunday night?

15/06/2026

14/06/2026

What a powerful and beautiful week of Coven circles. 💗
This month we celebrated sisterhood, explored why women are being called to gather together and peeked into the mother wound. We then weaved the most magical Sisterhood Blessing Bowls… serving each other and building our bonds as a circle of powerful, glorious, women.

As women we carry so many wounds that prevent us from forming meaningful relationships with each other.
Mother wounds, persecution wounds, even our own physiology experiencing other women as a threat. Thousands of years of competition with each just for our basic survival.

We explored the Mother wound, our own unconscious relationship and beliefs about the feminine. The rejection wound with the mother does not start at birth, it starts at conception.
We are aware of our mother’s thoughts and feelings about us before we can even form a thought of our own and our mother becomes the blueprint for ‘woman’ in our unconscious.

We did an interesting unconscious exercise… a little like word association, where you say the very first thing that pops into your head…
If you’d like to try these are the questions:

WOMEN ARE……..
MY MOTHER IS/WAS……….
MY MOTHER MADE ME FEEL……
WOMEN AS FRIENDS ARE……..
I WOULD LOVE MY RELATIONSHIPS WITH WOMEN TO BE MORE…..

The answers were varied but they followed two distinct themes..,Scary, vicious, bitchy, complicated, inadequate, lonely…
And Powerful, strong, beautiful, resourceful, resilient.

We have so much complex and unconscious trauma connected to the feminine… but also a distinct desire to build bonds and heal those wounds.

This month we connected, shared and bonded as groups of magical women and it was an honour to witness.

Thank you to all the ladies who came along this month and love and healing to the ladies who couldn’t make it.

If you’d like to find out more about The Coven - our Circles for Witches & Wild Women please drop us a message or visit the website.
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11/06/2026

All ready for another day of Coven Circles!!!
Coven week is my favourite week of the month! 💗
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10/06/2026

Look at our beautiful new Summer Wreath! ❤️

Thank you to Bud floral designs for our latest wonderful floral masterpiece ❤️