Hi, I'm Beth.

One moment, I was drowning in motherhood—crippling anxiety, screaming into a pillow in the closet, numbing my fire, waking up hungover, gripping a life that looked like everything I’d ever wanted but felt like a cage.

Trapped in body perpetually out of her zone of tolerance.

The next, I was barefoot in a temple.
Sweat and tears on my skin.
Remembering the ancient pulse of a woman who refuses to disappear.
Leading groups of women in their remembering.

I’m Beth Clayton—somatic mentor, ceremonialist, artist of the living body.
And I don’t fix women.
I call them back to the wildfire they were born with.

I work with women who are carrying too much and still questioning if they’re ever enough—highly sensitive, wildly creative forces disappearing under Good Girl Rules they don’t even realize they’re following.

Feminists who still flinch at their own desires. Powerhouses who still hand themselves away to anyone who looks their way.

You may have seen me on the TEDx Broadway stage exposing the root of the sabotaging stories that live inside us. But that was just the beginning.

Underneath it all, I work with the wild ones who forgot.

Women who carry generations on their backs.
Who were taught to soften their edges, starve their hunger, and bury their brilliance.

Women who are ready to say, "It ends with me."

This work isn’t about manifesting a shinier life.
It’s about building a truer one.

Where your rage is clean.
Your pleasure is prayer.
And your hunger is holy.

This isn’t self-improvement.
It’s sacred reclamation.
I’m not here to help you heal so you can behave.

I’m here to help you remember who the f*ck you are—
and build a life that finally mirrors it.