Woven Earth Traditions
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?” - Mary Oliver
You are seen here. Breathe.
Hello! I’m Carriese
Mother, hedge witch, and storyteller bearing witness to embodied transformation. Rooted in Creole and West African lineage, my work lives where human and spirit meet. Where womb and psyche speak, where mystery is held in the body.
I tend spaces for women who have lost connection to themselves through survivalism. My care weaves intuitive psychosomatics, earth-based ritual, and deep embodied presence.
Listening where memory still speaks
In the fascia
In the quiet song of organs
In the child-self still waiting to be held
So the body remembers coherence, the nervous system exhales into safety, and life feels livable again.
My path to this work has been shaped by deep initiations, rupture, grief, and the living wisdom that rises when a body remembers itself.
I have known destabilization from death, survival, ancestral shadow and heartbreak that split me. Through ceremony, witnessing, oracular devotion, and the wild intelligence of earth and animal body, I learned to tend what once felt irreparable.
I entered the places where grief had taken root. I listened deeply to memory braided into tissue, lodged in bone, and knotted into the architecture of cellular knowing. I watched the stories loosen. I let them open me. I picked up my scattered pieces, broke the spells and believed I was whole.
I deepened my studies in women’s health and psychic exploration. I remembered who I am and revived the excitement to embody my life.
I now guide women through their own journey of thresholds and reclamation. The earthly and the divine. What I’ve learned is that healing, magick, and miracles are possible, just rarely according to plan. They arrive through grit and tenderness, through the uncomfortable work of feeling what has been buried and letting energy move through the body. Inner freedom doesn’t require “being fixed” for transformation to begin. You don’t have to earn your worthiness before being tended to either.
Healing asks only that you arrive as you are—grief-filled, vulnerable, laugh-cackling, pulsing with anger, aliveness, and awe.
And this I know: when a woman is held, truly seen and deeply honored, energy begins to move again. Miracles happen. Healing becomes embodied. Lives are changed.
Woven Earth Traditions
