As the relationship with our body grows deeper
As we come more & more home to ourselves
We feel the most subtle shifts
Like the slightest change in our creativity
Or the deep soul craving to be held
As we enter different seasons of our cycle
In my own homecoming
As I fall deeper x deeper into mySelf
And drop lower x lower into my body
And live from my relaxed state
The unclenched, unattached place
The open, soft, tenderness way of the feminine
I see it come alive through my expression
In my movements
The more I
Through my s e x
The more the world hears me
The more my mission x business thrives
The more I feel myself & those around me
Your voice is connected to your yoni
Your heart, connected to your womb
The more you open
The more you receive
RE: The Pendulum Swing Of 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 x 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 (a must read)
One of the most important things to master as an 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘂𝗿 & 𝗰𝗼𝗮𝗰𝗵, is your 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮
One of the most important things to master as a 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 & 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿, is your 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮
(I just love the overlap of business x pleasure)
Energy mismanagement in your biz, ultimately leads to clients & money falling through the cracks
And in your sex life, it causes for less participation (physically, energetically, emotionally, orgasmically) - aka, pleasure
THESE STRUGGLES SHOW UP AS:
Doing the 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 so hard, theres no energy left for anything x anyone, including yourSelf.
This leads to days packed full of productivity, to days of binging Netflix & never getting out of bed.
(Note: this isn’t bad/wrong, but there’s probably a much more efficient way of doing things - I can show you, it’s what’s helped me scale to multiple 6 figs).
Doing the 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 so hard, it feels like nails on a chalkboard to get...
Well fam, we made it I woke up on 1/1 to what felt like an 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 2020 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓. Anyone else?
It felt like a 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗹 to sit with everything that was lost / gained / learned over the year, & the things that needed extra feeling x clearing.
I crawled into my Womb Room, took a surrendered posture towards my altar, & weeped.
I stripped off all my clothes & identities & coverings keeping me in this world.
I gently challenged myself to fill the whole room up with sound & to move my body in the way it wanted.
It felt like a 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴, because so much of the year past felt disconnected.
I grounded in my body, rolled around my white, sheepskin rug, touched every part of my skin, & let the emotions flow through me.
I lovingly pressed into the tender spots of my hips, & opened through my tears.
I talked to my inner critic, got in touch with my storyteller, & reminded myself of my 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿.
As the muck cleared, I followed my body into a...