Hey Sister, Nice to meet you. My name is Margo
Let's sit by the fire for a moment.
I'll tell you a little about myself, and perhaps one day you'll tell me your story too.
Where it all began
I grew up in a big, chaotic family, with very little safety and very little space to simply be a child. At school I was bullied a lot, especially by the populair girls. I just did not fit in.
By the time I was seventeen, I was bulimic, suicidal, and deeply afraid of life.
Most of all, I was afraid that if people truly saw me, they would discover what I believed about myself...that I was a waste of space.
One day somebody saw me in my darkest moment, and I ran.
I ran until I got to a small patch of trees in a local park. I hit rock bottom. I felt there was no way out.
I lay down on the earth next to a tree. Just crying, in panic and so afraid. But there at rock bottom, when I was only 17 years old, something happened.
There was a quiet warmth rising from beneath me. A whisper.
You are loved.
That moment did not heal me. It did not solve my problems. But it planted a seed.
A knowing that beneath all the noise, all the fear, all the ways I had learned to survive, something true was waiting for me.
And I decided to show up for that seed, and give life one more chance.
Following the seed
My healing journey began before my 18th birthday.
It led me to extraordinary women.
Women who showed me that I was not alone.
Women who reminded me that I was not strange.Or maybe I was strange but it was all welcome.
Women who carried keys to doors I didn't yet know existed.
I studied Siberian and Native American shamanism, Tantra, witchcraft, Celtic spirituality, priestess traditions, embodiment work, dance, mythology, ritual, and storytelling.
Yet what changed me most was never really the teachings.
It was the moments.
A hand held in ceremony.
A prayer whispered in the dark.
A woman remembering who she is. So she became my mirror and I could remember too.
In 2001, at twenty-one years old, I started my first women's circle. First just to practice what I learned in my shamanism study.
I finally found something that I was really good at. Because I learned through my own healing journey that staying truly present in the face of the darkest shadows made all the difference in the world.
The older song
Over the years I began to notice something.
There is an older song beneath the noise of the world.
A song that remembers when spirituality was woven into everyday life. When people lived in relationship with the seasons. When stories carried wisdom. When women gathered around fires, in forests, at wells, and around kitchen tables, sharing truths that could never fit inside a book. Truths that are beyond the reach of spoken language but is shared through a look and a touch.
I have spent much of my life listening for that song.
It has led me to Avalon, France, Germany, Egypt, Greece, Malta, Hawaii, Mexico, Indonesia... and so many other countries. It led me to sacred wells, stone circles, ceremonies, ritualss, ancient myths, forgotten goddesses, and landscapes where the veil feels thin.
Again and again, it has led me back to the same thing. Presence and remembering.
The sacred hidden inside ordinary life.
How I walk
I am a priestess.
An author.
A ceremony maker.
I am also dyslexic, wildly imperfect, and far less organised than people sometimes imagine.
I do not work from perfection.
I work from trust.
I trust what wants to unfold.
I trust what becomes visible when people are met with honesty, courage, and love.
In the circles I hold, I often feel myself standing at the edge of the fire.
Not in the centre.
At the edge.
Watching over the whole circle.
Holding the space while others step into the light, the shadow, the grief, the joy, and the mystery.
I stay.
That has become one of the deepest vows of my life.
What I believe
I believe we are living through a time of great change.
Old stories are falling apart.
New stories are trying to be born.
I believe the future will not be shaped only by politics, technology, or economics.
It will also be shaped by imagination, beauty, courage and community.
By people who remember what it means to belong to one another and to this living earth. I believe it is love that unites us all, and that will be the bridge we will all have to meet ourselves and each other.
So I tend the fire.
I tell stories.
I create spaces where people can reconnect with themselves, each other, and the sacred.
And perhaps, together, remember the older song beneath it all.
My Family
I live in the Netherlands with my husband Oskar and our three children.
Oskar walks his own path through his work with men, and sometimes our work meets around the same fire.
But most of life doesn't happen in ceremony.
It happens at home.
In conversations about love, responsibility, parenting, truth, and the thousand small choices that shape a life.
How do we love more honestly?
Where do we need to show up more?
What does it mean to stay open when life asks something difficult of us?
Those questions live in our home as much as they live in the circles we facilitate.
My eldest daughter was born in 2005. She is a grown woman now, walking her own path and teaching me, almost daily, what it means to let go.
My youngest daughter was born in 2014, and my son in 2016. Somehow I find myself standing in several seasons of motherhood at once, one child stepping further into the world, two still reaching for my hand, all three becoming themselves in ways I could never have imagined.
Watching them grow has been one of the greatest privileges of my life.
And one of the greatest initiations.
They are my brightest mirrors of love.
Motherhood has been demanding, humbling, and relentlessly honest.
Marriage has been much the same.
Before Oskar, I was married to someone else. When that marriage ended, it broke something open inside me. I experienced a depth of grief and betrayal that changed me profoundly.
First could only see the wound.
Later I saw that I could never become who I needed to become if I had stayed in that marriage.
Oskar and I have been together since 2013. Building a conscious marriage has been one of the most rewarding and confronting journeys of my life.
It is not a perfect relationship, but it is real.
Again and again, it asks us to choose honesty over comfort, responsibility over blame, and love over old patterns.
There have been days when walking away would have been easier than staying.
Yet staying consciously , not from obligation, but from choice, has become one of the deepest initiations I know.
Why I do this work
I founded Wild and Sacred Women because I needed it to exist.
The younger version of me needed it.
The girl lying on the earth needed it.
Every program is designed for a younger version om myself. I gathered all that she was looking for through all those different paths and stirred it together in a great magical cauldron and created different kind of paths to follow. all leading towards the deep remembering of the forgotten knowing.
Over the years I have sat in circles with women carrying grief, rage, joy, heartbreak, longing, birth, death, and everything in between.
Again and again I have witnessed thousands of women remembering that she belongs.
Women remembering her voice.
Women remembering that she is sacred.
And I hope my daughters will see those women when they are looking for mirrors.
The things I love
I love the feeling of arriving somewhere ancient and knowing that thousands of feet have walked that path before me.
The silence of a stone circle at dawn.
The smell of fire clinging to my clothes after ceremony.
The moment a circle of strangers becomes a circle of sisters.
I love stories that change the way we see the world.
Books with dog-eared pages.
Music that opens the heart.
Musicals that make me laugh, cry, and believe in impossible things again.
Movies that really move me
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I love horses and the honesty they demand.
Wild landscapes that remind me how small and how connected I am.
Dancing until I stop caring how I look...and dancing in the rain until I become the rain, the storm, the thunder.
Conversations that wander into mystery.
Realizing nature is trying to show me something, and actually stopping to listen.
I love long road trips with my best friends, windows down, and singing our hearts out to songs we sang to a thousand times before.
Writing stories that have been living within me for as long as I can remember, and feel the characters come alive on the pages.
I love Eating out with my kids.
Playing the same board game with my husband over and over, losing every time, still showing up for the next round.
Looking into the flames of a fire until I forget what I was thinking about.
Letting a river carry me and not fighting it.
I love the divine taste of apple crumble with clotted cream, vanilla ice cream, and custard. All of it, no negotiating. And just forgetting that I don't eat sugar.
Eating with my hands.
Kickboxing, hard enough to feel it the next day.
I love learning from other cultures.
Being in sisterhood with women from every curve of the world.
Laughing until I actually pee, because I do, every time.
I love travelling , not to escape home, but to remember how vast and beautiful this world is.
I love writing because it helps me listen and understand.
And more than anything, I love the people I share this life with: my husband, my children, my friends, my community, and the countless souls who have sat in circle with me over the years.
