For a long time, I believed healing required force. Force to become someone “better” calmer, wiser, more healed. I thought healing meant effort and discipline. If I tried hard enough, reflected deeply enough, or controlled myself carefully enough, I would arrive at a final version of myself, one untouched by fear, doubt, or tenderness. But water has been teaching me something different. Water does not rush to prove itself. It does not argue with obstacles. It does not panic w

This is something I’m still learning, and something I have to remind myself of often. The way I speak to myself shapes how supported I feel, how deeply I trust myself, and how safe my inner world becomes. It affects how I move through difficult moments, how I respond to my own mistakes, and how gently I allow myself to heal. Our words matter more than we realize. The language we use with ourselves quietly settles into the body and becomes the foundation of our emotional and s

Hey Gorgeous, This one is close to my heart and the heart of the little girl I once was. I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone, and expectations were tight, like the walls of a box I was never meant to stay in. I was a little black girl with big dreams, a wild imagination, and a spirit that craved expansion. Yet the world around me, shaped by narrow beliefs and unspoken rules, tried to tell me who I could and couldn’t be. I was taught, without anyone always s

This is a topic that lives very close to my heart. Through experience, not theory, I've learned that energy is real . Not in an abstract, poetic way, but in an embodied and undeniable way. It’s something I sense the moment I walk into a space. Something my body understands before my mind has time to explain it. Every place holds energy. Homes. Rooms. Buildings. Land. Spaces remember. Walls absorb. Floors witness. And so do we. When I enter a place, I pause. Even if just for a