09/09/2026
Two days until the New Moon gathering, and I've been thinking about why I'm still so tired.
I've been tired since I gave birth, almost eight years ago. For a long time I thought it was just work, family tasks, getting older. Only now am I realising it's not just that.
It's also, amongst other things a cumulative, decade long list of fears, worries and grief. Grief for the help I didn't even know I needed. A village. Something to make me realise I'm not alone. Someone to notice when I'm exhausted, to witness that I have the right to feel anger, frustration, sadness. To tell me and show me it's okay, because we all go through similar things in different ways.
I've been working with various layers of my body and mind nearly 2 decades now. I'm not mad or disappointed. Slowly, now I am realising I've been holding that grief unresolved, because the relief and support was never in my cultural background, never even recognised as missing.
Now I'm learning, through my body, to rest, move with it and be seen. To let another see me. It's not a scream or a big banner. It's a slow, quiet invitation from within I keep offering myself, to try and try again.
That's part of why our gatherings exist. Friday, if you want a small circle of women will be trying this alongside you. We'd love to have you there.
🌙 New Moon Gathering, Friday September 11th, Baħar iċ-ċagħaq