By Deena DiBacco 
Grandmother calls. She calls us home to ourselves, our essence, our woman. The woman who, tired and oppressed by generations of patriarchy, says NO MORE. The woman who stands tall, roots down, hair blowing branches in the winds of change.
The woman who looks to her grandmother, and her grandmothers before – the ones who said yes. While knowing the answer was no.
We are the answers to our grandmothers’ prayers of change. We are the gifts incarnate. The ones who will stand strong together in a new foundation, where women are sacred. Women are powerful. Women are magic. Women are seen. Women are heard.
Our grandmothers planted these prayers long ago, and only now, in these radical times of shapeshifting change, in the radiant tips of tulips come up, in the season of fertility and abundance, do we begin to reap the beauty of what’s been sown so long ago. By the gnarled knobbed fingertips of our grandmothers, burst forth at our own radiant existence, to harvest the fruits of the feminine.
Earth Day this year, we honored Grandmother Arbutus, my husband and I, replanting prayerful seeds for a new world, a new perspective, a new dynamic. An honouring of women by men. A prayer of peace. Of conscious relating, without reacting, so that our children may thrive without old stories, paradigms or untruths. So that our children hold women high, hold all life sacred.
I planted these intentions wearing my Grandmother’s Opal ring. Her spirit moved on just weeks ago. Her lifetime was spent suffering the weight of oppression, of not-enoughness. I wear her ring in transcendence and transmutation, a promise to live my potential each day. To know my worth, to live in love instead of fear, to thrive in my woman and to help other women to thrive.
There is no more space for comparison. For jealousy, for petty words. The rise of the feminine grows stronger only when women unite.
We are what we are, women. And we are the ones.
May we honour the Great Mother, Mother Earth. Every day is Your Day.
About Deena
Deena is a mother, wife, writer, and has been an Iboga provider for the past six years. She experienced her first Iboga ceremony in 2012, during which she awoke from the spell of a 10-year opiate addiction. Soon after, she traveled to Gabon, Africa — the birthplace of Iboga and home to its people, the Bwiti — and has completed a Full Initiation into the medicine wisdom tradition. She is also among the first nine Western women to ever complete a Missoko Bwiti Rites of Passage. Since, Deena and her husband have held space for nearly 1,000 other warrior souls to journey with Iboga. Her sweet son, Atlas Fisher, was born October 3, 2020, his 36-hour labour steeping in the energies of October’s first of two full moons, and under a sky bright with Venus and Mars in visibility. Her sweet little family resides on the Southern Gulf Islands of BC, blessed each day by the Spirit of the Water.
Deena is currently working on her website, www.consciouscontent.co, where she’ll be offering resources and guidance for other women walking the path to truth. To learn when the site goes live, and to be included on her newsletter list, email her at deena@consciouscontent.co
For more information about Deena and her husband Jeremy’s Iboga ceremonies, visit www.ibogajourney.ca