Welcome.
Femina was born out of the ashes of about a million other ideas that didn’t work.
It’s a home for my deepest truths, a reclamation. There will be personal essays, memoir style writing, creative energy readings, and perhaps a glimpse into my current writing process and a dabble of poetry.
It’s the most me space I’ve curated in years, and I hope you’ll join me. While there may be some serendipitous content that unlocks something within you, the goal won’t be teaching or guidance on writing (outside of the creative energy posts). If you’re looking for that, you can check out my coaching packages and other offerings here.
What you will find here are topics like finding my boundaries within writing, excavating story after a lifetime of disassociating, what it looks like to follow your intuition, venturing into the underworld in order to transmute trauma and pain into beauty, and being a Speaker of Truth. ⚔️
There will also be hints of how our energetic centers impact our creativity and healing as well as life with chronic pain, walking through diagnoses, and extricating yourself from high control religion and finding your own spiritual practice and roots.
I’ve been writing online and in newsletters for almost 25 years. My audience has ebbed and flowed throughout those growing seasons, but for the first time I have clarity on how and what to share — and it feels liberating.
Subscription Options:
Free - $0/month
Occasional newsletters sent to your inbox
$7/month or $77/ year
Access to paywall posts
Access to The Alchemy, weekly creative energy readings
Access to Femina, the podcast
Access to Wild Mother, a working memoir
Access to Chat
Founder — $111/ year will receive all of the above plus
Messaging access
Quarterly gatherings on creativity and pursuing our voice and Truth within writing
More about me —
I’m Elora Ramirez. An author, story coach, and most recently — podcaster. I’ve been coaching women in finding and telling their story since 2013, and my workshops have housed hundreds of women all over the world in tapping into their inner-creative voice.
I’ve written six novels, and am currently finishing up the seventh — Warmth of Your Sun. My first book, Every Shattered Thing, was a Hot New Release on Amazon and had ten big-house publishers reading it on potential acquisition. I didn’t get a book deal then, but it was the best thing for my writing because what I truly want for my stories is the ability to say the thing I’m meant to say without the caveat or filter of the gatekeeper’s lens.
Because of this, I’ve been able to write about a variety of topics near and dear to my heart: human trafficking, C-PTSD, healing from trauma, found family, narcissistic abuse, Christian Nationalism, and recovering from purity culture.
When I’m not writing, I’m usually listening to my seven year old wax poetic about his Lego creations, hanging out with my chef-husband of nearly 20 years, or sending mini-podcasts (aka voice memos) to my coven of sisters who hold my truth with sacredness and fire. They are the reason why I know that in the presence of sisters, our stories can stand on their own.
They’re also the reason this space exists.
You see, historically, our words have always been dangerous.
“Femina” used to be a derogatory label, scratched alongside the texts known to be penned by a woman. This label deemed her words less than - a word of caution for those who might otherwise pay attention to the wisdom unearthed inside its pages. No matter the practice of overwriting, where men would take the ideas of women and rewrite them - thereby claiming them - for a male audience.
Our words have always been dangerous.
This is how men got rich off the witch trials, how they took our magic and twisted it for their gain. Our knowing has always been a threat — the fear of them losing their power leading them to strip us of our own.
Our words have always been dangerous, but we know the risk of swallowing them for fear of retaliation.
And in this space, I will not swallow my words.
The flames mean nothing when compared to the intentional forgetting of how story weaves a tale of memory for us - how it points us to our North Star within and strengthens our resolve. This is what I will focus on here: the extrication of healing through story.
Because eventually, we always remember.
Eventually, we return, reclaiming the label of Femina as one of power and liberation. We look each other in the eye and lean in and whisper, “do you remember too?”
Our words have always been dangerous. But it’s because as women, we are the warning. The memory.
And Stevie was right - you won’t ever forget.
My commitment to you —
If you choose to support me by becoming a paid subscriber, you’re allowing me to continue focusing on my creativity and art — and for that I am incredibly grateful.
My commitment to you is to show up in the messy beauty of living a life out loud and in pursuit of strengthening my intuition, listening to the Wild Mother, and leaning into my purpose of being a Speaker of Truth.
I’m choosing a paywall for my writing intentionally, rooted in the voices of women who have come before me and demanded to be seen and celebrated within their own power and ability to wield words, creating new threads and new worlds of possibility. They didn’t always have the ability to set up the boundary that not everyone deserves your story — and in this space I will pluck that thread loose and let it grow.
There will be grittiness at times, but also an undercurrent of hope and healing. My writing has always been a way for me to plumb deep into the vein of truth to figure out what it is I need to do next. As my friend Mandy Steward says, rush not the healing — and this space is where I can rest in that Truth.
I know that the type of writing I do here won’t be necessarily celebrated in any algorithm, because of what I shared above: our words have always been dangerous. It is a dangerous thing to lift the Truth out of ash and hold it to the light for all to see, and so your financial contribution to this space is something I do not take lightly.
If I could start again, I would install an altar within me. I would place the most sacred object inside it: my own heart. If I could start again, I would know that the only cathedral I’ve ever needed to find, to enter, to return to again and again, is this humble red hermitage, this mystical space that holds all the answers. I would begin again inside my heart. And I would live this way. Speaking from it - Meggan Watterson, Mary Magdalene Revealed.
