In 2024, I met Kianga Ford, Founder and Lead Educator of Love & Freedom Education, while we were both in Egypt. What began as a private womb care session became the catalyst for an international retreat and a friendship rooted in a shared devotion to women’s transformation.
Some of the most meaningful work I have ever facilitated began with a simple request.
“I need your help to close my womb.”
It was Egypt.
Kianga and I were both living with our dear sister, Sumaya, in Maadi. We had met only briefly before she left to spend several days in the desert. When she returned, something had shifted.
She asked if I would work with her.
She was standing at the threshold between fertility and menopause, carrying questions that so many women hold in silence. Questions of longing. Identity. Grief. Completion.
I receive every request for womb care with reverence. I know the long road it often takes for a woman to arrive at this place—to turn her gaze towards her womb with honesty, tenderness and courage.
It is rarely the beginning of a journey. More often, it is the moment she is finally ready to be witnessed within it.
We created a quiet space together. There was no audience. No performance. Only two women listening deeply to what her body, her womb and her lineage were ready to reveal.
What unfolded became one of the most significant turning points of her life.
During our time together, a sentence emerged that neither of us could have anticipated.
“It is an honour to close a line.”
Years later, Kianga told me those words had completely transformed how she understood her life. Rather than experiencing herself as someone who had failed her lineage because she had not become a mother, she came to understand that she had completed something within it.
The grief softened. A different story became possible.
Several months later, she contacted me again. Not to book another private session. But to ask if she could bring a group of women to South Africa to experience the work she had received in Egypt.
She gathered a group and travelled across continents so they could immerse themselves in Womb. Water. Wisdom.
That gathering became the very first Womb. Water. Wisdom. Retreat.
For me, this story has never been about one woman’s healing. It speaks to something much larger.
Again and again, I witness that women carry stories within their wombs—their bodies—stories that cannot always be transformed through conversation alone.
Transformation unfolds in spirals, through layers of remembrance and new understanding. Through the body. Through our ancestors. Through being deeply witnessed at exactly the right moment.
Whether a woman is longing to conceive, navigating fertility treatment, grieving pregnancy or pregnancy loss, preparing for menopause, or simply longing to come home to herself, the womb remembers.
It remembers what has been held in silence. It remembers what has been inherited. It remembers the creative intelligence that has always lived within us.
Transformation is not always the discovery of something new. Sometimes it is the remembrance of what the body has always known.
This is the work I have come into this life to do.
To create spaces where women remember.
Not only who they are.
But who they have always been.