CAN YOU TASTE THE HUNGER FOR TRUTH ON YOUR TONGUE?

CAN YOU FEEL THE HUM BENEATH YOUR SKIN?

THE ONE THAT SAYS THIS IS NOT ALL THERE IS? BENEATH THE NOISE, BENEATH THE CONDITIONING, BENEATH THE ARMOR, YOUR BODY REMEMBERS

SHE REMEMBERS HER SOVEREIGNTY

WE LIVE IN A WORLD THAT TELLS US TO BE ANYTHING BUT OURSELVES

TO BE QUIET WHEN WE WANT TO ROAR

TO SMILE WHEN OUR BODIES ARE SCREAMING

TO HOLD IT TOGETHER WHILE UNRAVELING INSIDE

THERE COMES A MOMENT WHEN THE ECHOES CAN NO LONGER BE IGNORED

DOES THE ACHE OF DISCONNECTION HOWL WITHIN YOU? CAN YOU FEEL IT RATTLING IN YOUR BONES? SHAKING IN YOUR VOICE? PRESSING AGAINST THE TENDEREST PARTS OF YOU - HIDDEN FOR FAR TOO LONG. MAYBE ITS BREATH THAT CATCHES IN YOUR CHEST. MAYBE IT COMES AS SILENCE - A LUMP IN YOUR THROAT. IN YOUR WOMB. A NUMBNESS IN YOUR SKIN. A KNOWING THAT SOMETHING - SOMEONE - IS MISSING. YOU.

“THE WOMAN WHO HAS FOUGHT FOR HER SOUL WILL GUARD IT WITH THE PASSION OF A WARRIOR. SHE KNOWS THE COST OF FREEDOM, AND SHE DOES NOT FORGET”

Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés

THIS WORK FOUND ME IN THE COLLAPSE OF MY OWN DISCONNECTION.

I SPENT YEARS SHAPING AND CONTORTING MYSELF INTO WHAT I THOUGHT I NEEDED TO BE. I SILENCED MY VOICE TO BE CHOSEN. TUCKED AND SOFTENED MY EDGES TO BE PALATABLE. FADING INTO THE BACKGROUND, I THOUGHT MY ROLES MEANT I WAS TO DISAPPEAR. SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY I STOPPED EXPERIENCING LIFE FROM MY OWN EYES. INSTEAD I SAW THE WORLD THROUGH THE LENS THAT CULTURE TELLS ME I AM TO BE. AS MOTHER. AS WIFE. AS WOMAN.

NUMBNESS BECAME MY BASELINE. I WORE MASKS INTERCHANGEABLY ABANDONING MYSELF AT EVERY CHANCE. NOT OUT OF WEAKNESS, BUT OUT OF SURVIVAL. AND IT WORKED - UNTIL IT DIDNT.

UNTIL THE ACHE GREW LOUDER THAN THE FEAR.

UNTIL I COULD NO LONGER PRETEND THAT BEING EVERYTHING FOR EVERYONE WAS ENOUGH. I BEGAN TO FEEL THE PULSE OF SOMETHING ANCIENT WITHIN - CALLING ME BACK TO MY BODY. CALLING ME BACK TO MY ESSENCE I HAD BURIED TO BELONG. SUMMONING ME BACK TO MY TRUTH.

THE WORK I SERVE IS ROOTED IN SACRED RECLAMATION + SELF DEVOTION - OF BODY, OF VOICE, OF CHOICE.

THE FOUNDATION —- YOUR FEMALE NERVOUS SYSTEM.

WEAVING THREADS OF ENERGY WORK, FEMININE MYSTERY, RITUAL SELF CARE, EXPLORING ANGER + DESIRE AS SACRED FORCES, CYCLICAL AWARENESS, VOICE ACTIVATION, + BOUNDARY WORK. PAVING THE PATHWAY TO CLARITY, ALIVENESS, + SELF TRUST.

WOMAN YOU ARE NOT ALONE

THERE IS BEAUTY WAITING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF SURVIVAL

WHEN WE CHOOSE OURSELVES, WE BEGIN TO RESHAPE THE WORLD WE LIVE IN

WE START TO SEE LIFE FROM OUR OWN EYES

TASTE WITH OUR OWN TONGUE

INHABIT OUR OWN BREATH

TRUTH EMBODIED IN FLESH

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