I began befriending my Womb after separating from my husband. The first time I tuned into her was during a somatic session with the wonderful Maťka (somatika.sk). What I felt was pain, sadness, and tears streaming down my face. My Womb appeared to have her own personality—almost like a separate being. It’s hard to describe in words. It was a feeling, pure guidance. Language itself felt too small for it.

During that connection, the word rape came up. No—I have never been raped in the sense of a man crossing my boundaries or ignoring my “no.” Yet the word was there. The feeling was there. I often hear similar stories when I speak with you, my sisters, my friends, women. Perhaps it’s easier for me to say this now because I am no longer in a relationship. (And yes, a wave of love to my ex-husband—he’s a good man, a good father, and a wonderful ex. This way is better for both of us. I share this so you understand my story—and so he doesn’t get startled if he happens to read this. :D)

How many times do we go into sex without truly wanting it—out of duty, obligation, or the idea of meeting someone else’s needs? How many times do we silence our own “no”? There is often a link with the health issues that return again and again, intensifying until they demand our attention. In that session, I realized how many times I had crossed my own boundaries—my needs, myself, and Her. After oceans of tears, I knew: my Womb deserves love and care. From me.

If I am the Queen of my kingdom called Life, and the Captain of my ship called Body, then I must be the one at the helm. I must be the first to give myself care. I must be the first to give myself love. I know this may sound many things—modern, alternative, esoteric, feminist, complicated, simple… whatever word comes to mind. But I know it to be true.

That day, my journey of self-love through the Womb began. Because the Womb is not “just” a home for children before birth. She is also the home of our love, our strength, our intuition, our deep truth, our connection to Earth and to our foremothers.

So, what does Womb care look like? Anything that feels loving and brings you closer to her. Anything you can keep as a small ritual in your day or week. Anything without pressure or guilt.

Here are some practices that support me:

Breathing

Take a few minutes to soften into yourself. Sit, lie down, or stand. Place your hands on your lower belly—between your navel and “down there.” Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth with a gentle sound like aaa or haa. Play with it. You can’t get it wrong.

If you’d like to go deeper, try Root Breath. As you inhale, gently engage the pelvic floor, drawing energy up through the belly, pulling the navel toward the spine. Imagine that breath traveling all the way to the crown of your head. Then exhale through the nose. Repeat.

Hands and thoughts

As you fall asleep, place your palms over your womb. Wish her good night. Share something from your day. Speak with her as if she were your closest friend.

Movement and dance

Gentle pelvic circles or free dance help move stagnant energy. Put on music, close the bathroom door if you need privacy, and let yourself move.

Yoga for the pelvic floor

Try simple poses like Child’s Pose (kneeling, folding forward), Pigeon Pose (one leg stretched back, the other bent in front), or Butterfly Pose (feet together, knees falling open). Each of them opens the hips and softens the womb space.

Warmth and touch

Apply a warm compress, hot water bottle, or heated pillow to your belly. Or massage your womb space with oil—rose, calendula, or simply one that feels nourishing to you.

Other ways

Herbal teas and steams.
Sounding—allowing your voice to vibrate through the body.
Creative expression—drawing, writing, singing.
Crystals or essential oils.

The list is endless. Once you begin, you’ll create your own rituals—ones that may change with your cycle, with the seasons, or with the chapters of your life.

The point is simple: the Womb is not just an organ. She deserves our love. We deserve our love.

And please remember—you are not alone. We are in this together.

With love,
Vladka