05/06/2026
My placentas, regret, and ritual.
It’s so lovely to finally have a quiet day inside to catch up on life. After busy weeks of client sessions (which I love!), tending to the garden before hay fever kicks in, and soaking up the summer sun, my soul needed this pause.🌿
Lately, I’ve been reflecting on a deeply meaningful ritual I finally completed: planting 3 new bushes in my garden.
Through my work supporting births, I’ve always been fascinated by how different mothers honour their placentas — the incredible, nourishing organ that sustains new life. Some plant it with a tree, others make capsules. No matter the birth path — home birth or caesarean birth — they ensure it is honoured.
But looking back at my own 3 births?
I did absolutely nothing. I didn't even look at them. The awareness simply wasn't there yet.
For a long time, I felt a deep sense of regret that I never thanked the placentas that sustained my children.
So this year, I decided to change that.
I planted 3 bushes — lavender, loganberry, and white gooseberry — into our garden as a symbolic thank you. I used a bit of my menstrual blood to connect the ritual back to my body and my womb space.
As I pressed them into the soil, I spoke to the energy of each placenta. I thanked them for how they nurtured my now-grown children, right here on the land we were guided to 6 years ago, where we now happily live.
Afterwards, a profound sense of peace washed over me. I finally felt that missing connection. It reminded me that it is never too late to go back and honour our transitions.🙏
Did you do a ritual with your placenta? Or if you didn't at the time, what would you like to say to it today?
(Picture: One of my client's beautiful placentas, shared with her permission. Swipe/look with reverence🤍)