Welcome to Mythic Mothers.

I walk with mothers into the underworld, because that’s where motherhood drags us anyway. No sugarcoating, no perfect mom bullshit. Motherhood rips you wide open, tears apart the illusions, and throws you into the fire. Grief, rage, exhaustion, longing, it all shows up, demanding you face it. Everything you thought you knew about yourself? Shattered. And in that rubble, in that raw, messy, fuck-it place, you find her. The wild woman. The one you were always meant to be.

This work isn’t about floating above it all, it’s about going down, deep down, into the mud, the shadows, the chaos. Into the descent. Because the descent is sacred. It’s where the old skin burns off and the real story begins. It’s where the bones of your true self rattle awake. And when you finally look up from that dark ground, you see the stars staring back at you, your story written across the cosmos, fierce and eternal.

Astrology is the map. Myth is the fire. Depth psychology is the work. Together they drag the hidden truths to the surface, carve new paths through your inner wilderness, and remind you of the stories your ancestors wanted you to remember. Stories of women who walked this path before you. Stories etched into your birth chart, your blood, your bones.

This is Mythic Mothers. A rebellion. A remembering. A fierce, holy fuck-you to every system that told mothers to be small, soft, and silent. Here, we return the medicine of stars and story to where it belongs, in the hands of mothers. Because the world doesn’t need perfect mothers. It needs mothers who have walked through hell, who remember the fire in their bones, and who aren’t afraid to burn it all down and begin again.