Sedna, the Blue Moon & the Sacred Art of Rewilding

This month's Full (Blue) Moon letter is a little longer than usual, and for good reason. Sedna's story deserves space to breathe.

If you're simply looking for ways to honor this powerful moon, you'll find a collection of rituals, journal prompts, mantras, and a Blue Moon blessing waiting for you at the end. They're there as gentle resources to support your journey beneath this moon.

And if your heart has the time, I invite you to journey with me into the deeper waters first.

Dearest Moon Lover,

As this rare Blue Moon rises in the wee hours of the morning, casting her luminous glow across oceans, forests, gardens, and quiet corners of the world, I find myself returning again and again to the story of Sedna, the sea goddess whose wisdom seems to be surfacing at exactly the right moment.

Perhaps it is because so many women I know are standing at the threshold of profound transformations, reinventions, and reweavings. Perhaps it is because I recognize pieces of my own journey woven into hers. Or perhaps it is because this moon feels like an invitation to listen more deeply, to trust what is stirring beneath the surface, and to honor the sacred currents that are guiding us toward a fuller expression of who we are meant to be.

Sedna's story is often told through the lens of loss and descent, yet when I sit with her beneath this moon, I find myself captivated by something else entirely. I am drawn to the woman who discovered her power in the depths, who surrendered to a transformation she never could have planned, and who emerged more deeply connected to herself than ever before. Her story reminds me that some of life's most profound awakenings arrive disguised as unexpected invitations, quietly redirecting us toward the people, places, and experiences that ultimately lead us home.

As I reflect on her story, I cannot help but think about the summer of 2022, when my own life quietly began to change.

At the time, I believed I knew exactly what the future held. My husband and I shared beautiful dreams of traveling, exploring, and possibly even moving to Europe, and creating a life centered around the adventures we would experience together. It was a vision that felt comforting, exciting, and entirely aligned with who I believed myself to be.

And then I found myself standing beside my beloved niece as she welcomed her baby into the world during a home birth.

What made the experience even more meaningful was that I hadn't arrived there by accident. In the months leading up to her birth, I had become fascinated by the role doulas play in supporting women through one of life's most profound thresholds. I immersed myself in learning about the ways they help create a sense of safety, presence, and sacredness around the birthing experience, and I found myself weaving together small ceremonies, meaningful rituals, and intentional moments that would honor both my niece and her husband as they prepared to welcome their child into the world.

At the time, I thought I was simply supporting someone I loved.

Looking back now, I can see that something much deeper was unfolding.

There are experiences that touch us deeply, and then there are experiences that awaken something ancient within us.

As I witnessed the raw beauty, trust, primal strength, and surrender of birth unfolding in the intimacy of home, surrounded by love and family, something within me expanded. It felt as though a doorway opened into a part of myself I had not yet fully explored. Standing in that space between anticipation and arrival, surrounded by generations of love and the unmistakable power of the feminine, I felt an ancient remembering move through me.

In those moments, I was witnessing the birth of a child, but I was also being introduced to a deeper version of myself.

Something about serving as a doula presence awakened my understanding of what it means to hold space for transformation. It revealed, in the deepest layers, how I am nourished by gathering women, honoring life's sacred transitions, creating meaningful rituals, and walking beside others as they step into new chapters of their lives.

What began as an act of love for my niece quietly became my own initiation.

And while I could not have known it then, that experience would become one of the first threads leading me toward the life I am living today.

What followed over the next several years was a journey I never could have scripted.

My connection with family deepened in ways that changed me. Time spent with my sister, my niece, and her growing family opened my heart to a kind of belonging I hadn't realized I was longing for. Some of my most treasured memories from that season live in gardens. In my sister's goddess garden beside the Russian River, I found myself dreaming new dreams and asking questions I had never considered before. There was something about sitting among the flowers and herbs, listening to the river move past, and sharing stories beneath the open sky that seemed to awaken a different rhythm within me.

As these experiences unfolded, other areas of my life began evolving as well.

At the time, I was deeply involved in leading women's initiatives through my work, and while I remained passionate about supporting women, I found myself increasingly drawn toward a different expression of leadership. My heart was calling me toward spaces where women could gather more authentically, where wisdom could be shared generously, and where connection felt more meaningful than visibility. The louder the external world became, the more I found myself appreciating simplicity, sincerity, creativity, and community. My soul whispered that it was time to write more, paint more, play more, and gently release the layers that no longer supported the woman I was becoming.

Looking back now, I can see that this season was inviting me into a profound reclamation of what mattered most. Family, presence, creativity, intuition, and the freedom to let my life evolve alongside my own becoming began moving to the center of my world. The future I once imagined started making room for possibilities I had never considered, and while that evolution brought uncertainty at times, it also brought extraordinary clarity.

What I could not have known then was that awakening rarely arrives with a roadmap.

While this season brought extraordinary gifts, cherished memories, and deeper connections, it also reshaped relationships in ways I never could have anticipated. There are people I imagined walking closely beside me through this chapter who now travel a different path. There are connections I assumed would naturally deepen that instead became quieter, more distant, and more complex than I ever expected.

Life has a way of teaching us that love and proximity are not always the same thing.

Sometimes the very journey that opens our hearts also invites us to loosen our grip on how we believe certain stories should unfold. While some relationships continue walking beside us, others take on a different shape, creating an unexpected spaciousness in our lives.

Over time, I have come to see that this spaciousness is not empty at all. It is fertile ground. It is where new friendships arrive, where creativity takes root, where community finds us, and where parts of ourselves that have been patiently waiting finally have room to emerge.

What once appeared to be a loss has often revealed itself to be an opening... an invitation to trust that life is continually making room for new forms of connection, belonging, and joy.

There are still chapters being written in my story. There are conversations that may one day happen and bridges that I continue to hold in my heart with tenderness. Yet I have found peace in allowing each relationship the dignity of its own journey, just as I have learned to honor my own.

And perhaps this is one of the deepest lessons Sedna offers us.

Not everything blooms exactly as we hoped it would. Still, life possesses a remarkable ability to create beauty in places we never expected to find it.

The vision that first took root beside my niece giving birth did not arrive overnight. It accompanied me for years, quietly growing stronger with each visit, each conversation, and each moment spent imagining what life might look like if I answered the call stirring inside my heart. The desire to be closer to family, to share more time with my parents during this season of life, to be present for my niece and her growing family, and to imagine growing older surrounded by deeper connection became less of a passing dream and more of a compass.

Looking back, I realize the life I was envisioning beside the river was never really about a place. It was about a feeling. A longing for connection, presence, belonging, and a way of living that honored what mattered most.

Three years later, that compass led me home.

When the time finally came, Drew and I found our little bungalow and slowly began weaving it into a home. Piece by piece, room by room, it became a reflection of the life I imagined. It is filled with cherished treasures and artifacts from both of our families, reminders of the generations, stories, and memories that helped shape us. What began as a dream whispered among the flowers eventually took form in new floors, cozy corners, garden beds, family photographs, and the quiet beauty of a life intentionally lived.

Today, as I sit in this beloved bungalow, I am surrounded by so much of what my heart was calling me toward all those years ago. My mama lives next door to my niece. My father is only minutes away and lovingly cared for by a team of compassionate professionals. I spend hours in Aubrey's garden, surrounded by my mama, Aubrey's husband, and the Littles skipping between flowers and vegetables with muddy feet and joyful hearts.

I am living inside the very thing my soul had begun craving all those years ago.

It was never a grand vision or a dramatic achievement. It was connection. Presence. Family. Laughter around a table. Children growing. Women gathering. Shared meals. Garden conversations. The simple holiness of being together.

Today, as I look around this beautiful space, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Not because every chapter has unfolded exactly as I imagined, but because I have come to trust myself more deeply. I have come to trust the seasons of life. I have come to trust that when our souls call us toward greater alignment, they are always leading us toward something meaningful.

One of the greatest gifts of this journey has been remembering that fulfillment arrives in many forms. Some days, creativity flows effortlessly onto the page, or inspiration arrives through tending a garden. Other days, wisdom emerges through rest, reflection, and simply being present with life as it unfolds. Over time, I have discovered that honoring my own rhythm brings a kind of peace that striving never could.

Perhaps this is why the gardens mattered so much, or why afternoons spent with family, conversations with women I love, and time gathered around kitchen tables felt so nourishing.

Somewhere along the way, I began to realize that my spirit wasn't longing for more productivity. It was longing for more connection. More laughter. More shared stories. More moments of belonging.

Science now tells us that oxytocin, often called the bonding hormone, is released through meaningful connection, helping the nervous system settle into greater ease and safety. And as I look back on this chapter of my life, I wonder if that is exactly what my soul was seeking all along. A deeper experience of connection, community, and the sacred medicine of sisterhood. A life enriched by meaningful conversations, shared laughter, open hearts, and the simple yet profound gift of belonging.

Perhaps this is why Sedna feels so relevant beneath this Blue Moon.

She reminds us that there are seasons when healing looks less like striving and more like listening. Seasons when our bodies long to move, our voices long to rise, our tears long to flow, and our souls long to remember what freedom feels like. She reminds us that wisdom lives in the depths, and that the parts of ourselves waiting to be reclaimed are often found beneath the surface of our carefully managed lives.

Perhaps reclaiming is remembering what truly nourishes us.

Perhaps untaming is allowing our instincts, intuition, creativity, and truth to take up space once again.

And perhaps rewilding is returning to the sacred rhythms that have been quietly calling us home all along.

As this Blue Moon rises overhead, I find myself filled with wonder for the women we are becoming. Women who honor peace over hustle-filled productivity. Women who value connection as much as accomplishment. Women who trust their inner knowing. Women who gather in sisterhood. Women who create, nurture, rest, dream, and lead from a place of authenticity.

And as for me, I know I am still walking my path. There are gardens yet to be planted, stories yet to be shared, dreams still unfolding on the horizon, and mysteries that have not fully revealed themselves. Yet I move forward with an open heart, trusting that each step is guiding me toward an even deeper expression of joy, creativity, peace, and purpose.

And that, dearest one, feels like coming home.

xxoo

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Before I take us into the rituals and practices for this moon, I want to share a beautiful resource for those of you who feel called to explore Sedna more deeply.

My curiosity about Sedna was sparked through the work of Sabrina Lynn and Rewilding for Women. The more I learned about Sedna's mythology and symbolism, the more I found myself captivated by the powerful mirror she offers women as they navigate seasons of awakening, remembrance, and transformation.

Sabrina has created a beautiful, immersive journey into Sedna's wisdom, exploring her story in far greater depth than I could ever cover in a single Blue Moon letter. If something in this story stirs your soul and you'd like to continue exploring her teachings, I encourage you to take a look.

Please know that I am not an affiliate, nor do I receive any compensation if you choose to participate. I am simply a fan of Sabrina's work and a woman who loves sharing beautiful resources when I discover them.

Learn more here: Sedna with Rewilding for Women

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Now, for the sister ready to honor this Blue Moon...

Choose the practice that calls to you. There is no need to do them all. Trust your own wisdom.

Ocean Ritual

Spend a few moments beside the ocean, a river, a lake, or even a simple bowl of salt water. Share with the waters what you are ready to release and what you are ready to reclaim. Allow the movement of the water... the ripples, waves, and tides to become a symbol of life's natural flow and your own becoming.

Rage Release Practice

Sedna reminds us that powerful emotions carry wisdom. Find a private space where you can move freely. Dance, stomp, shake, sing, cry, laugh, or simply allow sound to move through you. Let your body participate in your healing.

Somatic Movement for Grief & Renewal

Choose a song that speaks to your heart and allow your body to move without choreography or expectation. Let your breath guide you. Let your body tell its story. This is one of my favorite playlists called Divine Feminine Healing.

Moon Water Ceremony

Place a jar of water beneath the moonlight overnight. Whisper your intentions into the water: reclaiming, untaming, rewilding. The following morning, drink it slowly or use it to bless your heart and hands.

Barefoot Earth Ritual

Step outside barefoot, even if only for a few minutes. Feel the earth beneath your feet and allow yourself to become fully present. Let the simplicity of the moment remind you that belonging is always available.

Blue Moon Mantras

• I reclaim the wisdom that has always lived within me.

• I trust the sacred rhythm of my own becoming.

• I untame my spirit and honor my truth.

• I rewild my life by choosing what nourishes my soul.

• I belong to myself and move forward in peace.

• I honor both my softness and my strength.

Reflections from the Deep Waters

• What part of myself is asking to be reclaimed in this season?

• Where is life inviting me to trust my own rhythm more fully?

• What would become possible if I honored peace as deeply as productivity?

• What desires, dreams, or truths have been patiently waiting for my attention?

• How is my soul inviting me to rewild my life?

• What am I ready to welcome into this next chapter of becoming?

A Blue Moon Blessing for Reclaiming, Untaming & Rewilding

Dearest Blue Moon,

Illuminate the places within me that are ready to bloom.

Help me remember the wisdom I have carried all along and guide me gently toward what nourishes my spirit, steadies my heart, and awakens joy within me.

May I reclaim what is sacred to me.

May I untame the parts of myself that long to be expressed.

May I rewild my life in ways that bring me closer to peace, creativity, connection, and love.

Like Sedna, may I trust the depths.

Like the ocean, may I honor my tides.

Like the moon, may I allow myself to change and grow with grace.

And may I walk forward knowing that every season of my becoming is holy, every step of my journey is meaningful, and every part of my story belongs.

And so it is.

Beloved, may your Blue Moon celebration be whimsically wild and wonder-filled!

Wrapping you in magic and moonbeams,