A pleasure moved through me with the sounds of our collective hums. Having traveled thousands of miles to feel my body again – the vibration of our chants, the touch of her hand, the knowing that our pleasure is our power – I finally leaned into this wild love.

This little girl will be fearless. She’ll do whatever she wants. She won’t feel as scared as me.” A quiet mantra, she repeated it daily.

There is this visceral energy, wild wisdom, living, breathing, and moving through my body that remembers, even though I don’t. It knows all.

Courage and strength moves like the steadfast waves of the ocean. Ebbs and flows, highs and lows, loud and soft, firm and vulnerable, passing encouragement from one generation to the next.

A pleasure moved through me with the sounds of our collective hums. Having traveled thousands of miles to feel my body again -- the vibration of our chants, the touch of her hand, the knowing that our pleasure is our power -- I finally leaned into this wild love.

I vowed to choose death over fear, to look life and love in the eye, with all of its madness.

This is not for your entertainment. This is for your evolution.

This energy feels like a pull from the ancestors, helping me to find my own way, to transcend my own fears.