About
Meet Our Visionary, Steph
Hi I'm Steph! I’m a Mama, Homeopath & Founder of Miracle Homeopathy
Before I became a mother — and long before I became a homeopath — I walked a long and winding path through the modern medical system. By my late twenties, I’d been given more diagnoses than I could count: endometriosis, Crohn’s disease, PCOS, PMDD, amenorrhea, a pituitary tumour, ADHD… I was told I might never conceive naturally. That my body was high-risk. That something was wrong with me.
But something deeper in me never fully believed that story.
A quiet remembering stirred — of rhythm, of reverence, of what it means to be a woman in connection with her body and her creative life force.
So I turned toward healing. Not to fix myself, but to remember myself.
I came off the synthetic hormones I’d been on for over a decade. I reclaimed my cycle, tended to my womb, and lived in deep relationship with my body’s wisdom. I left the 9–5 hustle, sat in ceremony, returned to the Earth’s rhythms… and slowly, my vitality returned.
My partner and I conceived our daughter the very moment we spoke her name into the stars. Her pregnancy and birth were the most empowering experiences of my life — not in spite of my past, but because I had walked through it and found my way back home.
That journey of remembering is what called The Gift of the Mother into form.
This vibrational remedy was born through me in only April this year of 2025. It came like a whisper from the unseen — a soul-led medicine that poured forth during my deepening in homeopathy. It wove together everything I had ever longed for as a woman and mother. And when I first took it myself… I conceived again. On my moon phase return.
Since then, The Gift of the Mother has quickly made its way into the hands of mothers, birthkeepers, and families across the world. The reviews have been nothing short of miraculous — stories of softer births, deeper bonding, emotional healing, and sacred reconnection.
I created Miracle Homeopathy to serve the mothers and families of the new world.
To offer medicine that speaks to the soul. To hold the family nervous system in its sacred recalibration. And to help us all return to our blueprint — whole, wise, and woven with the Earth.
Welcome to this little community.
I pray you feel held here and reading this was like a soft exhale of feeling seen in your story too 🕊️
Remembering the Mother
Motherhood wasn’t just a chapter in my life — it was an initiation.
From the moment of conception, I was cracked open. Not gently, not all at once — but in waves. I hadn’t even heard the word matrescence until I was already deep in it.
Alone in the raw beauty of postpartum, I realised: I was not just learning how to mother — I was learning how to hold myself for the very first time.
But I didn’t feel equipped. I stumbled through emotions too vast for language. And somewhere beneath them all, I began to feel it — a grief that wasn’t just mine.
My mother lost her mother at seven years old. And a week before my daughter’s birth, in a deep meditative state, I became her.
Held by my partner, I dropped into a vision — my mother at seven, filled with rage at the mother who left her.
And there it was.
For most of my pregnancy, I had silently resented my own mother, but I hadn’t known why — until that moment.
I was carrying her hatred… because she had never been held.
So I grieved for her. And I forgave for her.
And when my daughter was born, her cry cracked something even deeper.
Each time she wept, my body fell into a grief I didn’t know I was holding.
I realised: she was calling me into a deeper capacity to hold myself — so I could truly meet her.
The Gift of the Mother was born from that space.
From the tender reweaving of a broken maternal thread.
From the ache of remembering what it means to be held — and to hold.
From the knowing that our culture has forgotten how to grieve, and worse, forgotten how to hold the ones who are grieving.
This is more than a remedy.
It is a remembering.
Of the Mother.
Of the bond.
Of what it means to belong — to ourselves, to each other, and to the lineages we carry.