It’s not about fixing ourselves or reaching some perfected state. It’s about being in honest relationship with what’s present—our emotions, our patterns, our bodies, our truths. Letting them speak. Letting them shape us.

This isn’t a method I teach. It’s a rhythm I live. It’s how I write. It’s how I make meaning in the midst of shedding and taking root. It’s not linear. It’s not always graceful. But it’s real.

The heart of this space is radical devotion. Devotion to your own becoming. Devotion to the messy, cyclical, sacred path of returning to yourself—again and again. In a world that profits off your self-abandonment, choosing to be with yourself is a quiet revolution. It’s how we break the spell. It’s how we begin to heal the collective.

Transformation isn’t a single moment. It’s the ongoing practice of staying with yourself through the unraveling—letting your truth take root in the body, letting what no longer fits fall away, again and again.

There’s no finish line. Only the deepening. And once we start living it, there’s no going back.

[walk together]