I am Beccy
granddaughter, daughter, Mother
A wild Woman,
threshold weaver,
tender of the hearth,
sacred cycle keeper
Walk the Wild Ways with me, and let the veils fall away.
Remember the woman who has waited in shadow and darkness,
the one hidden by words and masks, the one the world taught you to forget.
May she rise like the plant that reaches for the sun,
May she descend as the root that remembers how to unfurl deep into the soil.
May she awaken, whole and wild in her own rhythm, in her own time,
as a living song of the earth and sky that weaves her into being.
About Beccy
I have been walking this path for over 20 years. Although for the first five of those I had no idea what was happening to me.
I was descending — deep into the darkness, the unknown, falling fast, grasping for anything that would bring back a sense of control. Nothing worked. I was living in a heightened state. Nothing felt safe. I had completely disconnected from my body.
It was Kali who shook me to the core, and she didn't let go until I began to listen to the wisdom within.
I was awakening to truth.
I was no longer able to hold in the trauma, the stories, and the ways that society said I should be. I had always felt like I didn't fit, but I masked and tried to be who others wanted me to be. And my body, heart and soul had had enough.
It was then I felt the pull of the wild. I sensed a flame begin to ignite within my heart and heard the ancient song of the grandmothers. I knew there was so much more.
A whisper returned: you are the medicine.
And so, Wild Ways was born…
From that darkness, I emerged — drawn by a deep calling to help other women step into their own truth. Over time, the women came. We sat together, crying and laughing, sharing Cacao and stories. We tied ribbons around the talking stick, a mark of witnessing, of honouring each voice. From these gatherings, a community was woven. A community we continue to be.
But something shifted
I still believe the world calls for change — and that change begins with us. I still believe that if we are willing to descend into the depths of who we think we are, touch the roots of our true essence, and rise in love, we can create a new way of being. One that is tender, wild, and fully alive.
And I have come to understand that so much of that change begins with the cycles we live inside of — the turn of the seasons, the rhythm of our blood, and the great arc of a woman's life. These are not separate from us. They are the map. When we learn to read them, something softens.
Something returns.
The Roots Beneath This Work
Tend our Ancestral Altars
We are being called to tend the altars of our ancestors — to look back and heal the red thread of lineage that still casts its shadow onto our lives. The unworthiness we carry, the shame that flows through our blood, the silencing of our voice, the forgetting of our power.
As we heal the ancestral lineage and invite in the light of the wise and well grandmothers — those who lived in harmony with their cycles and with Mother Earth — we can carry the flame of our truest vibration and pass it forward to those yet to come.
The granddaughters of our future, whether they be blood or not, will feel us in their bones without knowing our names. They will walk more lightly on this earth, breathe more freely in their bodies, and live more fully in their truth — because we had the courage to draw a line in the earth and say: no more. This stops with us. That is the deepest act of love we can offer. Not just to them, but to ourselves.
Cross the Thresholds of New Beginnings
When we cross sacred thresholds — when we honour the endings and welcome what is beginning — we return to our bodies, our hearts, our souls. We find home in the quiet, sacred rhythm of simply being.
Live Within the Sacred Cycles
We are cyclical beings. The seasons, the moon, the blood, the great passages of a woman's life — these are not obstacles to work around. They are the rhythm we were made from. When we learn to live within them rather than against them, we remember what it means to be truly at home in ourselves.
Ignite the Flame Within
As women, we carry the spark of the sacred — a flame nestled in the centre of our hearts, ancient and alive. When we honour our bodies, our emotions, and our truths, this flame awakens. Brighter with each act of care, each whispered intention, each courageous step into who we really are.
These are the roots beneath this work.
And they run deep
Learnings
My journey has taken me on a beautiful weaving of learning both personal and Professional:
200hr Yoga Teacher Training
Womb Yoga - Uma Dinsmore Tuli
Reiki 1 & 2 - Jane Alexander
3 year Initiation to become a Somatic Shamanic Practitioner - Kay Louise Aldred
Cacao Carrier Training - Lynette Allen and deeper immersion with Mayan Wisdom Project
Circle Facilitation Training - Sister Stories ( Gemma Brady)
Six month personal immersion with Olivia Western (Mystery Weaver) devoted to my Ancestral Altar.
Red Woman Rising - A year long initiation into the Sacred Cycles with Victoria Smith, honouring the lineage of Jane Hardwicke Collings and Jeannine Parvati Baker.
20 years of walking Mother Earth consciously grounded and with an open heart
And as always, doing this all whilst navigating life’s ups and downs, spirals and softness, light and dark.