14/11/2025
hmmm, how can i put into words what unfolded in Sardinia about 2 weeks ago… (i know, i’m slow for posting lol)
spent the week holding space for women who, at first, moved with hesitation :: women who had been told that their sensuality was something to hide, to make smaller. and yet, day after day, as the sun rose over the sea and in between the valleys and the salt gathered on our skin, i witnessed something ancient awaken in them.
it wasn’t about learning new techniques or trying to ‘become’ anything, it’s remembering. the way their hips began to move without thinking, the way their laughter rippled through the terrace, the way tears came like tides, pure, necessary, cleansing.
i saw women touch their own arms as if for the first time, shoulders drop, voices deepen, eyes glow with something wild and real. i saw the body become poetry again.
and as i guided, i realised how much of this work is not about teaching but witnessing. holding the mirror steady while they find themselves again.
holding them along with through supportive womanhood was special, too. loads of learnings on ‘not having to do it all alone’.
i will never get over this path, the way it keeps breaking me open, teaching me through the body, and showing me that devotion is not something i just practice, it’s who i am. what a privilege it is to BE what i share, my so-called ‘work!
— on another note, 2026 retreats are actually getting confirmed. slowly, surely, always authentically.