We were never meant to move through life in a straight line. Nature doesn’t. The ocean doesn’t. The moon doesn’t. Yet, women are often taught to expect the same energy, the same emotional availability, the same productivity from themselves every single day. When that inevitably fails, shame sneaks in. We label ourselves inconsistent, lazy, too emotional, too sensitive. But what if the problem was never you? Women are cyclical beings. Our bodies, emotions, creativity, and intu

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 beautiful, I want to share something that’s become such a simple yet sacred part of my life. Something that reconnects me to myself, the Earth, and the deeper parts of my soul: walking barefoot. Not in a performative way. Not as a trend. But as a practice. A remembrance. Whether it’s grass, sand, or soil, there’s something powerful that happens when my bare feet touch the Earth. My nervous system softens. My thoughts begin to slow. My heart feels less heavy. It’s as if th

Let’s talk about a part of you that you might not think about much, but it’s been with you all along, quietly guiding you, lighting you up, and helping you read the room long before words are ever spoken. I’m talking about the solar plexus . That space right above your belly button, below your chest. Ever get a gut feeling? Butterflies before something big? That’s your solar plexus talking. Once you really start tuning into it, like, really  paying attention, it’s like unlock

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