Lacey Haynes

Hi, I'm Lacey. 

If you like your nipples free, your birth radicalised, your motherhood elevated, your sexuality empowered, your pussy bowed down to, your sacral chakra healed, then you've come to the right place.  -L x

 

Letting Go & Bleeding

Letting Go & Bleeding

She fell asleep across my body while I was in a lying twist. My right nipple in her mouth, my arms stretched overhead. It was too early for a nap but instead of imposing a schedule, I laid my baby on the sofa under the circle skylight and returned to my mat.
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I moved in circles generated from the depths of my womb. The dormancy I’d imagined was forgotten, catalysing my power with each embodied motion. I stretched into an itchy tightness; stale emotions longing to be free from the connective tissue of my pelvic bowl.
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I breathed. The silver light of the the autumn morning filled my lungs, the leaves of the overgrown garden refracting light like tiny green mirrors (how silver the sun can shine when it stops rising high in the dense blue sky).
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I found sadness in my womb before bed the night prior. I could feel my cycle ending early as my body’s pace slowed but the blood wouldn’t drop until I felt the hurt. I brushed my teeth and opened my heart to experience what my womb had been carrying: sadness, guilt - a fear of having done irreparable wrong. I felt it without worrying what was true and what was not. I felt it without having to change it.
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In bed, I used a lot of oil and massaged my womb. I recommitted myself to the feminine, to my soul’s work and to being kind and playful. Flynn stood in the doorway holding a thumbs up until I noticed and then turned the light off abruptly and jumped in bed so that the image left behind my lids was of his silly face.
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I woke feeling blood near. I hung over an upholstered chair in a deep heart opener, breathing my sacred triangle back into my chest. When Fox woke up from her impromptu nap, I laid with her under the skylight and we both fell asleep, our bodies weaved together.
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As afternoon arrived, a warm aching - what prepares us for birth each month with blood - wrapped around my low back. “Mama needs to lay down,” I said. She nodded and said “lay down” and then laid down too. I arrived at the gates and choose to let go. I felt the first drop of blood release and with it the aching subsided. Like that, I began my new chapter, written with blood, by the primordial hand of the eternal Womb.

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