There is an energy that lives in you.

It is ancient. Elemental. Alive.

It doesn’t run on caffeine or adrenaline.

It runs on minerals. On ceremony. On intention.

It’s called Sacred Energy—and every mother carries it.

But too often, it burns out.

Because the culture taught us to serve from depletion.

To give without being given to.

This is your remembering.

A ritual offering for the mothers in summer—pregnant, postpartum, thick in the season of giving.

And a recipe to feed your light.

Whether iced under the sun or warmed by candlelight—this cup is more than a beverage.

It’s a reminder: when you are nourished, your entire lineage is fed.

A ceremonial drink to mineralize the womb, support breastmilk, balance hormones, and energize the spirit.

Choose your base:

1 cup raw milk OR

½ cup oats + 1 cup water (for dairy-free option)

1 fresh ear of corn (summer’s golden ally)

Instructions:

Shave the kernels. Blend with your milk or oat + water combo.

Pour into a lidded jar and infuse in the fridge overnight.

Strain before use. 

🌬️ Cold Foam Cream:

½ cup raw whipping cream

2 tbsp corn-infused milk

2 tbsp organic powdered sugar

Blend until it fluffs into a pillowy cloud of cream.

🪶 Brew Base:

Use your favorite cold brew OR a coffee alternative of your own sacred making.

(Samantha’s blend: roasted dandelion + chicory roots, cacao, medicinal mushrooms, nettle, simmered with ghee, maple, warming spices. Cooled for hours in ceremony.)

Add ice to a glass

Pour in your sacred brew

Add infused corn milk

Top with the cold foam cloud

Garnish with fresh garden flowers or wild mint

Take a breath. Sip with intention.

This is more than hydration.

This is a ritual of remembering.

Each ingredient sings to your womb, your nervous system, your auric field.

The corn holds the codes of solar nourishment.

The nettle weaves iron through your bones.

The mushrooms attune your intuition.

The cacao whispers, “You are divine.”

This is sacred mother fuel—because you are the sun your family orbits.

And you deserve to shine, replenished.

In the heart of motherhood, there are days where time stretches long and others where it slips through your fingers like warm ghee. But whether you’re in the slow hours or the sprinting ones, your body is always whispering: “Nourish me.”

And it doesn’t have to be complicated.

Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is stir a pot with love. Infuse oats with spice. Let the aroma of cardamom and maple bring you back into your body.

This granola is one of those recipes.

I make it for postpartum mothers. I make it for myself. I make it for the seasons. It’s simple, yes—but when you layer in intention, spices, and ancestral knowing, it becomes medicine.

Because it’s not just food.

A snack that actually stabilizes your blood sugar.

A moment of sensory care in the chaos of diapers and dishes.

A reminder that you deserve food made with joy—even on the days when cereal feels easier.

This granola nourishes your tissues, your hormones, your nervous system, and your soul.

2 cups rolled oats

1/3 cup pecans

2/3 cup pistachios or pumpkin seeds

1/3 cup coconut shreds

1/4 cup ghee

1/4 cup maple syrup

Spices of choice – try:

Fennel + cardamom + rose petals for a light postpartum blend

Or cacao + cinnamon + ginger for grounding and warmth

Instructions

In a large bowl, mix your dry ingredients.

In a small saucepan (or measuring cup), gently warm the ghee and maple syrup with your chosen spices.

Pour this golden elixir over your dry mix and stir to coat evenly.

Spread on a parchment-lined baking sheet.

Bake at 350°F for 15–20 minutes, or until lightly golden and fragrant.

Let cool completely before storing in an airtight jar.

Eat it with raw milk. On top of stewed apples. As a trail snack with cacao nibs. Or by the handful between nursing sessions.

Before you stir, pause.

Stand at your counter with both feet rooted.

Place one hand on your heart, the other on your belly.

Close your eyes.

Breathe in deeply through your nose.

Exhale out the mouth with sound—aaahh.

Do this three times.

Now whisper an intention into the bowl.

Something simple, like:

“May this food remind me of who I am.”

“May every bite return me to my body.”

“Let this nourish my child, and the child inside me.”

Then stir slowly, clockwise, three times.

That’s it. The food is now a spell.

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