Wild Woman Rising (2026)

31/12/2025

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚...

When you stop striving...

Stop searching...

And something ancient inside you says,

“𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕"...

2026 isn’t asking you to become more...

𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆...

❤️‍🔥𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝟑-𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 — 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞..

❤️‍🔥𝐖𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡–𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝟖𝐩𝐦 𝐔𝐊 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐙𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 (𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞)....

You don’t need to speak...

You don’t need to share...

You don’t need to be ready...

Across the three evenings, you’ll be gently guided through reflective journaling, nervous-system-safe presence, and deep listening — allowing what’s ready to soften, release, or rise… to do so in its own time...

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕...

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈...

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈...

You’ll also receive a FREE Sacred Rage Playlist — not to push or provoke, but to help emotion move through the body with honesty and reverence...

If something in you is loosening as you read this…

If your body recognised this before your mind did…

This is your invitation...

❤️‍🔥𝑱𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ❤️‍🔥...

I can't wait to journey with you.

30/12/2025

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓...

Not because anything dramatic happened...

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈...

This year didn’t end with an explosion...

It ended with recognition...

It showed up in ordinary moments —

standing in the kitchen,
sorting cupboards,
opening a photo book I didn’t expect to open...

I cried, not because I was breaking...

𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉...

Grief arrived quietly...

As a soft ache in my chest...

As a loosening in my belly...

As the realisation that I no longer wanted to keep burning, just to keep love alive...

This year, my body stopped negotiating...

Stopped contorting...

Stopped performing warmth where something had grown cold...

Not from anger...

Not from blame...

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍...

2025 — the year of the snake...

The year my body begged me to stop burning just to keep love alive...

The year the smoke cleared from my eyes so I could see the truth —
and the holiness of my tears...

I’ve come to understand this year not as destruction, but as shedding...

Shedding happens when the body no longer consents to carrying what once kept her safe...

When survival gives way to honesty...

When illusion dissolves without needing a villain...

There were moments I wanted to disappear.
And moments my heart remembered how to stay...

I learned the difference between devotion and self-abandonment...

Between loving deeply and burning myself down to keep others warm...

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆...

To release the performance...

To stop fixing, managing, holding it all together...

My faith didn’t make things easier...

𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒓...

Strong enough to kneel at the altar of my heart —
to remember, while allowing my body to say goodbye without forcing an ending before its time...

This was a year where my faith became stronger than my fear...

Where truth roared through my voice, and its echoes carried me through when every part of me wanted to hide...

𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏...

I trusted the fertile void...

I grew in awe of the feminine capacity
to stand at the threshold between two worlds —
holding the duality of falling apart
and rising up...

I allowed myself to shine
even in the presence of those who tried to dim my light...

I didn’t back down...

I prepared myself to fight for what was right —
not from rage...

but from truth —
feeling held, guided,
as if surrounded by a thousand unseen angels...

I reached out and shared my heart with strangers I had never met...

I forgave —
not to forget...

not to bypass...

but with a grace that freed my body
as much as my heart...

I didn’t lose anything real...

What fell away was already complete...

What stayed asked me to be present...

Not perfect...

Not endlessly understanding...

Just honest...

This year, I chose peace over performance.
And found a strength I didn’t know
was waiting for me
on the other side of letting go...

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐...

And I am still here —
softer, truer,
and standing...

If this year asked something of you that words couldn’t hold...

If your body knew before your mind did...

𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖...

And I honour the courage it takes to let go.

02/12/2025

Before a journal ever reaches her hands, it moves through a little ceremony of its own…

I smudge it clean — clearing old energy so she can write a new story.
I hold it to my heart and breathe intention into the pages… a quiet blessing for her softness, her strength, her rising.
I wrap it in soft tissue, ribbon, and a tiny charm — a symbolic key to her inner world.

These journals aren’t just products.
They’re portals.
Each one prepared with devotion, guided by spirit, and sent from my heart to hers.

If you’re looking for a meaningful, soul-led gift for yourself or a woman you love…
something she can feel…
something that meets her in her depth…
Her Soul Pages is now live on Etsy.

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✨ Handwritten note included
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26/11/2025

Hi loves,
I’ve gone back and forth about sharing this…
but my heart keeps whispering, “Tell the truth.”

The past couple of weeks have pulled me into a kind of honesty I didn’t expect...

Not the pretty kind...

but the raw, uncomfortable kind that makes you see yourself…

and your life…

with new eyes...

I’ve been moving through a lot behind the scenes.
Home life, work, my nervous system, my own inner world...

it all caught up with me at once.

And for the first time in a long time,
I couldn’t just “push through.”

My body wouldn’t let me.

It’s been a season of slowing down,
of listening to what my heart has been trying to say for a while,
of choosing myself instead of abandoning myself for what’s expected of me...

And because of that…

I’m pressing pause on the Holiday Edition of He’s Not a Hairy Woman.

Not because I don’t believe in it...

Not because it’s not coming...

But because I refuse to teach from a place that feels wobbly...

I refuse to pour from an empty, hurting, or dysregulated place...

And right now… I need to anchor back into me.

What I can share, though, is something that feels gentle and true —

✨ my Etsy shop is now live!📖✨️🌹
It’s full of the pieces of my heart I’ve poured into my journals…

the ones created on the days when I honestly didn’t know how I was getting through,
but I kept writing anyway...

This whole season is reminding me of something simple but sacred:

Sometimes life asks you to stop...

To breathe...

To tell the truth...

To let your heart recalibrate before you take your next step...

And that’s where I am...

Thank you for being here...

Thank you for the kindness so many of you show me without even realising it...

Thank you for holding space while I find my way back to myself...

There will be more...

More teaching, more creating, more truth, more fire...

But it will come from a steadier place…

from a woman who has listened to her own heart first.

With love 🤍

https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/Hersoulpages

22/11/2025

𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔…

𝑴𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚. 🌹✨🗝

“I absolutely loved the journey this journal took me on… I found a deep connection to myself and it helped me work through a lot… It allowed me to journey within to meet myself where I am, to unlock what I needed to set free within myself… I’m feeling a deeper connection to the divine feminine energies within after this 90-day journey. I would definitely recommend to all women!”

This… this is why I create these journals.
Not to have “a product” on a shelf —

𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔...

A place to soften...

A place to breathe...

A place to meet the woman they’ve always been becoming...

Knowing that these pages guided her inward — helped her release, reconnect, and rise — feels like the deepest confirmation that this work is doing what it was born to do...

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓…🗝💖🌹📖

✨ 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 + 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅...

…𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍...

𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕...

𝑨 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒆...

𝑨 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈...

If you feel called to begin this journey — or gift it to a woman you love — you can explore everything here: 👇🏻🔗

https://hersoulpages.etsy.com

Thank you for seeing me, supporting this creation, and walking this path with me. 🤍✨

21/11/2025

𝑬𝑬𝑬𝑬𝑲!...𝑺𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆…
𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒕𝒔𝒚 — 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑷𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 — 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅. 📖🖊✨...

Inside you’ll find three offerings created with such devotion:

🗝✨️𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 — 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝑨 90-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒂𝒍 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆…
𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅...

🔥𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝑾𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 — 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝑨 90-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆…
𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖...

🌹𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆...

These journals make the most beautiful gifts...

For yourself — when you know it’s time to return to you...

Or for a woman whose heart you hold dearly —
a friend mid-transition, a sister healing, a soul client journeying deeper, a daughter becoming...

Each channeled edition is limited...

When they’re gone, I won’t be offering them again this year...

You can explore them here:

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Thank you for being part of this moment with me.

18/11/2025

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄… 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂, 𝑴𝒓𝒔 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔...

There was a time when Christmas didn’t feel magical for me at all...

It felt heavy...

Lonely...

Exhausting in a way I didn’t even have words for...

I used to get so hurt at Christmas because he didn’t notice the things I quietly, and desperately broke myself to create...

The perfect wrapping...

The matching outfits...

The snacks I stayed up late prepping...

The thoughtful gifts I spent weeks choosing...

The atmosphere I held with my entire nervous system so everyone else could feel the 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄...

And I’d sit there on Christmas morning, quietly offended...

watching him drink his cuppa like everything just…
"appeared"...

Not because he was ungrateful...

Not because he didn’t care...

Not because he didn’t love me...

But because of something I didn’t want to face:

𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕...

I was running Christmas like a one-woman military operation...

Doing everything myself...

Planning everything myself...

Carrying everything myself...

I didn’t delegate...

I didn’t trust him with anything meaningful...

I didn’t communicate clearly...

𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 “𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.”...

Then I resented him for doing the only thing a man is biologically designed to do when a woman takes over everything:

𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌...

And that resentment was the real thief of Christmas — not him.

Everything changed the moment I stepped out
of the masculine role I had unknowingly taken on
and invited him into the partnership his biology was built for...

Christmas felt different...

𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕...

𝑾𝒆 felt different...

❤️🎁And that’s what I want for every woman this year❤️🎁...

A Christmas where you feel supported...

A Christmas where he actually shows up — because you let him...

A Christmas where you stop mothering the entire holiday and start receiving the love you’ve been trying to create alone...

This is exactly what we’re diving into inside:

✨️𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 — 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓔𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷...✨️

A 3-night masterclass that will change the way you both experience Christmas...

🗓 Monday December 1st – Wednesday December 3rd...

⏰ 8PM UK time on Zoom...

⏳ Each session is 90 minutes...

✨️Replays included...

If you’re tired of Christmas feeling like pressure
instead of connection…

If you want to understand his biology, your feminine nervous system, and the dynamics that make Christmas feel heavier than it needs to…

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏...

𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞. 👇🏻

08/11/2025

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆...

When the illusions fall away,
and you’re left sitting with the pulse of your own truth...

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 —
𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈...

Not in the striving, but in the surrender...

She doesn’t need everything to be clear anymore.
She trusts the glow inside her chest
to guide her through the mystery...

Because she’s walked through her own night
and found God waiting there,
softly whispering —

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅...

04/11/2025

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑼𝒔...

To have someone who will sit with you in the fire
is the greatest gift...

To meet in the heat of truth...

where sparks of passion kiss the edges of our wounds...

and tend to them with softness,
is to know love as something holy.

Love smoulders, crackles, and spits...

It moves through us, a living, breathing flame that both consumes and creates...

It asks for courage...

for tenderness...

for the kind of presence that does not flinch
when the embers rise...

Tending to the fire we birthed in our hearts,

we learn its sacred rhythm...

when it longs to be stoked...

when it needs to breathe...

when it asks to be left in stillness...

We listen...

We remember what each of us brings to its altar...

To fuel without fear...

to honour without control...

to keep the flame alive without losing ourselves to it...

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏...

And beneath the sky of stars...

two souls become the light they once reached for,
burning steady in the quiet mystery of love.

02/11/2025

Every wound carries a sacred assignment...
to teach the heart how to open even when it aches...

When we stop resisting the darkness,
we find that it was never trying to destroy us…

only to deliver us home to the light we forgot we were.

08/10/2025

𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇...

I am not who I was last year...

I’ve changed so much that sometimes I wonder if I ever really knew myself at all...

So much stripping away...

So many identities dissolved...

𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆...

The grief...

The rage...

The heartbreak...

They lay heavy on my chest...

There were moments I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t do...

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒕…
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅...

I’ve screamed at the evil in the world...

I’ve wept for innocence lost...

I’ve forgiven those who broke me —
and I’ve forgiven myself for all the ways I didn’t know better...

𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇...

I lost my confidence, my purpose, my voice —
through deep betrayal and confusion...

I faced my biggest fears...

abandonment, rejection, loss… and sisterhood betrayal...

Each one cracked me open...

𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆...

And when life handed me a crossroads,
I had a choice to hide away… or to choose myself...

𝑰 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆...

And after five months of standing in soul-alignment, justice found its way home...

Through that dark tunnel, I discovered something holy...

I found the courage to stay true to my spirit,
even when the world misunderstood my light...

And through it all — I mothered...

I held my boys through their own storms,
even while learning to hold the little girl inside me who was still healing...

I’ve learned that motherhood isn’t about perfection
it’s about presence...

It’s about showing them that strength and softness can exist in the same breath...

That it’s okay to cry, to pray, to rise again.

My children have witnessed my becoming
and in their eyes, I’ve remembered who I am...

This year, I’ve lived in the unknown...

I’ve birthed three journals into the world —
offerings for the women who are finding their way back to themselves...

I’ve resurrected my relationship through returning to God, and in doing so...

I’ve come to understand and love men on a deeper level than ever before...

This is my rebirth...

My reclamation...

𝑴𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 —
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆.

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