I once medicated my aliveness. Today, I honour it.
What if the parts of you you've been judging were simply seasonal truths? A deeply personal reflection on menstrual cycles, feminine rhythms, and reclaiming the sacred from within.
I always thought I was bad at love. Turns out, I was terrified of receiving it.
What if receiving didn’t have to mean risking loss?
What if it could be safe, delicious even, to fully let love in?
This post is a tender unraveling of a truth I never expected to meet while abroad:
I didn’t know how to receive.
But now… I’m re-learning. One sacred breath at a time.
I used to resist love. Now, I can’t get enough of it.
When receiving felt dangerous, I called it love…
But it wasn’t.
Real love doesn’t close.
It flows. It softens. It opens.
This post is a love letter to the moment I stopped resisting love, and started letting it in.
It changed everything.
Sacred touch. Real transformation. This is what I was born to offer.
It’s happening…
My sacred work is blossoming into something I can truly live from.
This post is a love letter to the beginning of my paid Taoist Tantra massage journey.
To the men who are reclaiming softness, joy, and sensitivity,
and to the moments that remind me:
This isn’t just touch. This is transformation.
And I’m so here for it.