Everyone around you is a mirror, reflecting something you are still holding onto. Every experience that feels like it’s happening to you is an invitation to uncover a deeper childhood wound.
Trust cannot be sought in another. Trust is a sacred union with God within you. Yet so often, we give away our sacred parts,…
Awareness: The Alchemy of Returning Home
Some days I want to throw my hands up and say, fucksakes—it’s been one of those days. Every trigger, every shadow, every echo of the past seems to grip me—not to punish me, but to invite me into release.
Awareness is not about erasing the past or blaming those…
✨ The Unwrapped Gift ✨ The Divine Essence of life is not in what is seen, but in what is felt in the unseen. It is the raw taste of beauty and power, the scent of remembrance, the pulse of your inner nature saying: Fuck yes—let’s do this. True power is born in…
What Does Giving Up Look Like?
Only you get to define it. Sometimes it’s loud. Sometimes it’s silent. Sometimes it’s walking away and never returning.
I lived a life trying to please others— Trying to keep the peace, Trying to be good enough to fit into the mould. But that very mould no longer lives…
This is a photo of my girls a few years back. It’s on my wallpaper - Every time I look at my phone I am reminded of their Authentic nature. They were free to be—wild, wondrous, wholly themselves. I held space for their dreaming, their creating, their weaving of worlds—anchored always in the quiet strength…
The Sacred Yes
There is a yes that does not come from the mouth. It rises from the marrow. It hums in the womb. It echoes in the silence between heartbeats.
This yes is not rushed. It is not performative. It is not polite. It is holy.
It is the yes that comes after rupture.…
Voice Behind the Veil I wasn’t born knowing. I was born remembering— Through the mirror of my wounded masculine. Through the roar that rose from my belly. Through the ache that whispered: You came here to be Her. The Divine Feminine was never a concept. She was a frequency. A pulse. A breath.…
“The Clay and the Ripple” There was a time I thought I had to earn my place here. That I had to prove my worth through perfection, performance, and pain. But grace—grace interrupted me. It didn’t arrive with thunder. It came as a whisper. A verse, tucked into the folds of my becoming:…
🌬️ Take one conscious breath. Exhale the bullshit. Responsibility without accountability is an illusion. And the only thing more damaging than avoiding truth is covering it up—like a constant mop-up job of your own emotional spill, rehearsing excuses for why you refuse to own how you speak, how you treat others, how you make…
Pause. Breathe. Remember. We’ve built entire life cycles around the stories we tell ourselves. Stories born from pain, from perception, from survival. And somewhere along the way, we became the victim of our own mentality. Where life is always against us. Where everything happens to us. Where it feels like life is fucking us…