Ya'll, I'd never even heard of a womb massage until recently, much less did I realize it was an ancient and beautiful tradition of my own heritage.
It wasn't something that was on my radar as a part of my physical and emotional self care, nor something that I would've probably ever even pursued if it wasn't for my soul sister Brandi of Kindred Photographer and FolkWomban beginning her journey into becoming an herbalist and womb healer and inviting me to be a part of it. She's studying with Mayte of Centered Doula Care in Dallas, Texas, whose wisdom and love for women's wellness were passed on to her from her ascendants, who learned from their ascendants, in a Mexican tradition of womb care that transcends the mainstream version of women's health.
I showed up this morning not having a clue what to expect. I didn't know what a womb massage, or sobada de matriz, entailed. After raw milk lattes because duh, we headed into the backyard of Doctora Lexi's to enjoy the sunshine and let the children play around us while Mayte prepared the bed and her handmade herbal oils, a recipe which she is proud of and confident in.
The smell was grounding and comforting. Now, I am familiar with strong, knowing hands seeking out the edges of my womb and pressing for the shape and pulse and growth - my midwife did this often during each of my pregnancies.
I've been pregnant three times, once to just 15 weeks, the other two to 38 and some. This was the first time in my life someone dedicated an hour to my uterus and its wellbeing, touching, massaging, checking in. It was made all the more beautiful by my girls stopping in to kiss me or ask for a snuggle while we worked. Mayte shared with me her findings.
