“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?” - Mary Oliver
Hello. Welcome.
I’m Carriese
Mother, birth keeper, hedge witch, and story weaver of Creole and West African descent.
I came to this work through initiations and rupture. Through grief that split me open and a body that brilliantly restructured itself to keep me alive. Through overwhelming shadow walks through my lineage. Through heartbreak and the afterlife. Through long nights and dream weaving, many years in functional freeze and a body that kept breaking through the calcification demanding space.
Through ceremony, psychosomatics, cranial sacral, pelvic floor therapy, love, sister relations and the wild wisdom of earth and ancestors. I entered the places where grief had taken root, and let them open. I began telling the truth and freeing myself from purgatory. I listened, softened, and released memories that were braided into tissue and lodged in my bones. I loosened threads of old stories knotted in my cells. I picked up my scattered pieces and believed I was whole. I fell in love again. I made home and family. I miscarried and cleared karma. I bought a farm. I built community. I witnessed miracles and magick. I dove deeper into the study of medicine, science, womb sovereignty and birth. And somewhere along the way, I remembered who I am and revived the excitement to embody my life.
What I’ve learned. Healing and magick and miracles are possible. It is messy, spiralic, and hardly ever tidy. It is full of feeling your feelings and moving the energy through your body. Liberation from within. Does not ask you to be fixed or have your shit together before you can feel change. Before you are worthy of being tended. It asks only that you arrive as you are—grief-tender, laugh-cackling, pulsing with anger, aliveness and awe. I’ve also learned, I do not have to be flawless, in order to offer you my hands and heart. I can be in deep space holding, knowing, love and reverence. I can be human alongside you, offering my truth and presence to our relational field.
And I know this. When a woman is held, truly seen, witnessed, and honored, energy begins to move again. Miracles happen. Healing is embodied.
My Work
Lives at the intersection of human and spirit, womb and psyche, mystery, tradition and transformation.
I offer care that weaves intuitive psychosomatics and earth-based ritual through story unwinding, body work and magick. My hands listen beyond muscle and bone, into the places where spirit and flesh meet. I hold space for women who feel they have lost connection to their body through harm, survival, silence, or inheritance. I help you listen where memory lives. In the fascia, in the womb, in the quiet song of organs, in the child-self still waiting to be held.
I journey with women through the cycles of life, from the mundane to the mystical. The earthly and the divine. The birthing portal in all its forms, loss, motherhood, sex, death, and union.
My Invitation
If you are standing at a threshold wondering if you can bear what your body already knows. If you can grieve the conditions you’ve outgrown, if you can walk through the untenable, desiring more aliveness, this work is for you. I want you to know I’ve been there. I see you. I won’t shy away.
This is a space where the body is named holy. Where grief and joy, contraction and expansion, fear and devotion all belong. Where women are witnessed in their sovereignty, their wildness, their softness, their wholeness. Here lives a belief in a world where bellies are soft, the waters of the body flow freely and women are self governed.
Each session is part study, part prayer, part ceremony, part practice. A remembering, a reclamation, a return. A space to slow down.
Welcome to this work. May it bring you home to yourself.
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