emerging from the primordial goo

and introducing of Wolf & Wren

This is my first time writing since Winter, my daughter, was born. That was more than six months ago.

I feel as though I need to have something profound to say here. Shouldn’t more than six months of silence mean an outpouring of well thought out mastery now? And instead, my brain is an oozing mess of postpartum jelly, shapeless in form, still molding itself into something utterly new.

Mother.

This new version of me. This version that is filled with so much capacity for love, presence, generosity and patience.

This version of me that is, quite literally, re-organized. I feel turned on my head, and yet, exactly the same - all at once. I hold paradoxes within me. Articulating that in words feels nearly impossible.

Yet here I am, once more, writing. Because that feels like what I am being called to in the evenings in which I sit next to my daughter as she sleeps. Because where else am I to make sense of all that is new except for on the page?

I’m back. I have so much to tell you, and so little to say. Everything, all at once.

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You may have noticed, the name has changed here (again). Welcome to of Wolf & Wren.

Why of Wolf & Wren?

Because I am made of wolf and wren.

The wild woman in me, the woman who knows her truth and worth, who is deeply rooted to the earth and lore… she is wolf. I am of her. She brings me back to myself when I am lost, herding me on my way. She howls at the moon when I need a dose of my own medicine. She is always in the practice of calling me home.

And I am of my daughter, whose middle name is Wren. She made me a mother. She taught me how to experience gratitude, generosity, presence, patience, and love in ways I never knew possible. She is, in so many ways, my greatest teacher. I am of her.

And so, since my writing is about my own journey through life and motherhood, there is nothing more fitting to call this space than to give credit to the entities that I turn to for guidance the most - my inner wise woman, and my daughter.

of Wolf & Wren.

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That is what I know to be true now. That something fundamental has shifted about me. It’s as if the very cells within me are re-arranging. The process very much unfinished. I am in evolution.

They say the postpartum period takes two full years after the birth to fully settle, for the mother to emerge from the liminal chrysalis and become. So here I am, in the primordial goo.

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I am flooded with ideas. Things I want to tell you. There is so much to say about motherhood, about my daughter, about me, about becoming, about work, about capitalism, about collapse, about money, about my body, about about about… and I trust there will be time.

Devotion is my word of the year for 2025.

I want to be in deep devotion to the things that matter most to me, and I want to let everything else fall away.

I want to be in deep devotion to my daughter, my husband, and our little family.
In devotion to each and every client who sits in front of me as I return to my therapy practice.
In devotion to my community, my friendships, and continuing to cultivate an abundance of riches in this area of my life.
In devotion to my home, to tending it sweetly for my family to enjoy.
In devotion to my body, to caring for it in the ways that help me to be well.
In devotion to my work in the world, and the evolution of my creativity - through writing and bringing to life the new offerings I am craving to birth.

Does anything else really matter?

P.S. You’ll also notice my name here has changed from Kelsey Mech (my maiden name) to Kelsey Robson. Originally I was going to keep all my work in the world under my maiden name, but something about having a daughter and deeply desiring to all carry the same name as a family has shifted this decision. So now I am Kelsey Robson everywhere. And I’m not a bad feminist.