About Katy
THE WITCH. THE GUIDE. THE WOMAN.
I am Katy. A soul tender, a wayfinder, a weaver of what’s ancient, sacred and true.
I walk with women through the thresholds of their lives, holding space as they soften, awaken and remember the wild, wise power that lives within them.
My own path has been mossy, messy, and magnificent. I’ve walked through fire, grief, and the thresholds of birth and death. I’ve known the ache of not-enoughness and the beauty of becoming.
Through it all, I’ve learned that tenderness is strength and wild truth is holy. This is the medicine I bring... born of the land, the blood and the bones, the cauldron and the hearth... alive, rooted and in service of wild woman work.
Welcome to my wild and wonderful world... step inside and let the wild remembering begin.
The Witch
I am The Witch Sister of Mother Earth.
I hold the unseen. I work with what moves between... the thresholds, the quiet places, the not-quite-yet.
I gather the ancient threads of soil, soul, story and spirit and help women remember how to weave themselves back into their fullness. Back into the land. Back into their deep, wild feminine knowing.
I work with the Old Earth. With the old ways. With the crows and the thorns.
With hearth and hedgerow. With root and river.
With the turning of the wheel. With cauldron, cloak, fire and water. With the twigs and the mist and the moss and the standing stones. With the medicine of stillness. Of descent. Of stories passed hand to hand, heart to heart, womb to womb.
She medicine lives within me… the medicine of the wild woman, the witch, the weaver of worlds. Learnt through millennia and unlearnt in this lifetime.
She lives in the potency of my womb... a place that descends, dreams, distils and calls forward what needs to be heard.
She lives in the power of my hands… hands that have gathered and ground, blessed and bound, wrapped women in warmth and woven prayers and held them as they returned to their ancient knowing.
She lives in the softness of my heart… a living hearth space for grief, joy, wildness and truth.
She lives in the old song that moves through me… the language beneath language, the breath of something older than time. The language of The Witch Sister of Mother Earth.
I live and work from my home in West Dorset… the wild and colourful Hawthorn Cottage. I’ve bled into, cried into, sung into the walls here. The land knows me. I’ve placed my hands and stories and prayers into its soil. And it knows how to hold the women I work with too.
My practice is neither polished nor perfect. It is alive. Instinctive. Felt. Rooted in witch blood and remembering.
I feel most myself in the wilds. In the protective space of a circle of beech trees. In the tangled hedgerows. In the space between drumbeats. With spirit animals. With the fields. In the Hawthorn. In the smoke. In the signs, the symbols and the sudden shivers. In what rises when I place my hands on a woman and simply listen.
I do not sell transformation. I hold space for it.
This is sacred work. Deep work. Earth work. This is magick, grounded in the blood and bone of lived experience.
Witchiness, for me, is the wildness that remembers and the wisdom that leads. A power that rises from the blood and the bones. A grounding truth that is unshakable. Soft and fierce. Ancient and utterly alive.
The Guide
I am here for the woman standing at the threshold, the ones who feel something stirring just beneath the surface... a quiet knowing rising, a soft wildness she can no longer ignore.
My work is soul work. Earth work. Woman work. It is a coming home… to your body, your breath, your rhythm, your remembering.
I create warm, magick-soaked spaces that awaken what’s been waiting. Through ritual, through touch, through presence. Through deep listening… to what’s said and what’s not.
I’ve been working with women for over a decade… holding them as they soften, as they unfold, as they return to the rhythms of their bodies and reclaim what has long been hidden in the shadows.
I hold grief. Rage. Tenderness. Desire. Exhaustion. Wonder. I hold expansion, softening, reclamation, descent, rewilding, remembering. I hold the truth of your lived experience - gently and without judgment. And I walk beside you as you find your way back to your beautiful fullness.
The way I work is simple, soulful and strong.
Through conversation and silence. Through energy work and touch. Through ritual and magick. Through truth-telling and deep rest. I help women come home to their bodies, their knowing and their wild and wise power.
My work is grounded in the rhythms of nature, the wisdom of the body, and the sovereignty of the soul. I create spaces where something ancient begins to stir… where the wild remembering can rise.
My offerings are seasonal, intentional, and intuitive: from quiet one-to-one retreats by the hearth, to deep-dive journeys like Blood + Bone, to gatherings and workshops that call your power back from the edges.
And more than anything, I am a woman walking her own path of remembering, with bare feet on the land, a heart open wide and a womb alive with ancient, untamed power.
I do not walk ahead of you, but beside you, shoulder to shoulder, womb to womb, as we each find our way back to what has always lived within.
This is woman work. Of blood and bone. Rooted, real, and rising. I’ll hold the silence, the storm, the softness... and walk with you as you remember who you are.
The Woman
I have been woven over time. I have been shaped by heartbreak and healing, devotion and study, sisterhood and solitude.
By sitting at the fire with women. By walking through the fire myself. I’ve sat at many thresholds. And I know the courage it takes to cross them.
I’ve known the ache of not-enoughness. I’ve met the parts of myself I wanted to run from. I’ve let go of who I thought I should be. And I’ve slowly, gently - wildly - found my way home.
I’ve lived many lives in one body - travelled, lived abroad, lived on boats. I’ve worked the fun Ice-Cream Team on Brighton Pier jobs to the big snazzy London job - striving in masculine spaces, proving my worth by rules that were never mine.
I’ve taken the path of IVF as a solo mother and grown my beautiful boy into the ten-year-old he is today. I’ve walked my lovely mum home through her final months with bone cancer.
I have known the depths - and still, I chose to keep my heart open.
I started my own business over ten years ago and let it evolve. Not from strategy, but from soul. A deeply personal, earth-rooted, feminine remembering that now pulses through all I offer.
This path... of mothering, holding, tending, remembering… this is the bestest of them all. It’s messy. Mossy. Magnificent. And I love every moment of it.
I’m a 6/2 in Human Design - the Role Model and the Hermit. I’m a natural guide, here to live what I teach and embody the wisdom I share.
I walk between worlds, leading through lived experience and retreating often to gather the threads of what I’ve learned.
My wisdom doesn’t come from books, but from the quiet spaces, the fires I’ve walked through, the stillness I’ve sat in, the truth I’ve learned to listen for. I need solitude as much as I need sisterhood. I retreat often into my own inner cave... to listen, to integrate, to remember. It’s in those tender, hidden places that truth becomes embodied and my guidance becomes clear.
I’m a Libran through and through... drawn to beauty, balance, truth and to the unseen threads that weave it all together. I see harmony where others see chaos and I hold that truth with fierce compassion, even when it’s bloody hard to carry.
I love the strength of women. I love holding the energy of circles. I love old trees and early mornings. I love communing with all the life found within the hedgerows. I love words and ritual, singing to the land, sitting by the hearth. And I love the way we soften when we are seen.
I don’t pretend to have the answers. Or a “re-wild your life in just five steps” programme. But I know how to hold the questions, to honour the mystery and to stand in the doorway of what is true.
I hold the tension of opposites... the soft and the wild, the beauty and the burn, the sacred and the messy. And I know what it takes to cross the threshold. I will walk beside you, shoulder to shoulder, as you step into your own wild and wise power.
If my words resonate with you, please know there is a pathway here for you, one that honours your rhythm, your strength and the magick that has always lived within.
Love & twigs
Katy
