WildGrace

08/27/2025

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07/10/2025

There’s a kind of grief that doesn’t come with a funeral.
A grief for the versions of us who loved before we were met.
Who held the vision alone.
Who waited by the door, hoping someone would choose them, stay, rise.
But I’m not her anymore.
I’m letting her go—not with shame, but with ceremony.
Because I can feel something new coming.
A sacred counterpart. A deeper devotion. A resonance.
I don’t want love that quiets me—I want love that evokes me.
Love that shows up in full color.
Love that knows art is a spell and the body is an altar.
Love that evolves alongside me.
I’m not calling him in from desperation—I’m calling him in from wholeness.
Because this is what WildxGrace is really about:
Grieving with reverence.
Evolving with courage.
Receiving with readiness.
And learning, always,
how to meet ourselves before asking anyone else to.
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07/09/2025

Most women aren’t grieving failure.
They’re grieving the version of themselves they buried to survive.
The artist.
The mystic.
The wanderer.
The girl who dreamed… before the world demanded practicality.
In a world that tried to strip her bare,
she clung to the pieces that felt like her.
The old journal entries.
The song she only sings when no one’s listening.
The ocean. The stars. The scent of something that reminds her she was once wild.
We search for traces of the girl we were
not because we failed her—
but because she still matters.
So let me ask you:
What did you once dream of doing before the world told you to be realistic?
Leave it in the comments.
Write it in your journal.
Whisper it to the wind.
Because that dream still lives in you.
And she’s waiting.

06/25/2025

Fear of abundance is often fear of exile.
Not just fear of having too much,
but fear of becoming too much.
Too radiant.
Too free.
Too self-honoring in a world that profits off your self-doubt.
I’ve felt this in my body so many times —
at the edge of expansion, on the brink of enoughness.
But every time I get close, something whispers:
“What if it all crumbles?”
“What if I become too much?”
“What if they stop loving me when I stop shrinking?”
“What if the money I earn has to be spent just as quickly as it arrives?”
These aren’t just fears about money or success —
they’re echoes from lifetimes of survival,
from systems that taught us that receiving always comes with a cost.
But here’s what I know now:
We weren’t born to shrink.
We weren’t born to barter our magic for approval.
We were born to expand.
To take up sacred space.
To hold more, feel more, trust more.
To create lives that feel rich in every way.
Wild Feminine Society is where this begins.
A living circle for women reclaiming their full expression —
the soft, the fierce, the shadowy, the divine.
If you’ve been told you’re too much,
or secretly fear you’re not enough —
this space was made for you.
We’re remembering what it means to receive without guilt.
To rise without apology.
To belong to ourselves completely.

06/22/2025

“I am allowed to outgrow the version of me that was built for survival.”
We don’t always realize how much of us was shaped by necessity.
By pressure.
By fear.
By the need to make it through.
That version of you?
She was brilliant.
She got you here.
But she’s not the one who will take you forward.
Because thriving asks for something different.
A new softness.
A deeper truth.
A bold, sacred trust in who you’re becoming now.
This is a rite of passage.
From the woman who hustled to be enough —
to the woman who simply is.
And you don’t need to explain your evolution to anyone.
You’re allowed to shed the skin.
To stretch into new expression.
To stop just surviving and start living your soul’s actual story.
This is the work we do in Sacred Mirror.
This is the practice of First Wave.
Letting go of who you were taught to be —
and returning to who you were born to become.

06/15/2025

You are not a mistake.
You are not late.
You are not lost.
You are the prayer your ancestors whispered
when their hands were tired
and their hearts still held hope.

Thousands of lives—countless sacrifices—
had to align for you to arrive.
Two parents. Four grandparents.
Eight great-grandparents. Sixteen beyond that…
Going back just 10 generations, over 1,000 people
had to survive
love
migrate
pray
grieve
fight
and carry on
so that you could exist in this exact moment,
with this breath,
with this path.
You are the continuation of something holy.
A soul-map encoded with stories,
with wisdom,
with memory older than language.
Your Sacred Mirror chart is not just about your personal growth.
It’s about the lineage you carry.
The archetype you’re here to embody.
The wounds you’re here to alchemize — not just for yourself,
but for those who came before
and those who will come after.
You are the first to say:
It ends with me.
It begins again through me.
This is ancestral remembrance.
This is sacred reclamation.
This is why you were born with this exact chart,
this voice,
this body,
this path.
You are not behind.
You are aligned with the divine timing of your lineage’s becoming.
You are the living prayer.
The answered one.

06/08/2025

There have been moments that shattered me.
Loss.
Burnout.
The kind of grief that doesn’t just break your heart—
it breaks your perception of reality.
What you thought was safe.
What you thought was fair.
What you thought would be enough.
There were times I gave everything I had…
and still, the struggle roared louder than my prayers.
Like walking through quicksand.
Like drowning in plain sight.
And sometimes, when the same pain rises again,
we tell ourselves we must be broken.
That we should’ve healed this already.
That this pattern should be done by now.
But grief, like the tide, moves in cycles.
It doesn’t mean you’re failing.
It means something deeper is ready to break open.
Not to be fixed—
but to be felt.
To be witnessed.
To be surrendered to.
This is not your brokenness.
It’s your becoming.
Grief is a wise, dark woman of the waters.
She wraps around you with salt and silence and says,
“Look. This is how precious life is.”
And when you stop forcing clarity,
you surface with something better:
truth. breath. direction. art.
This is Day 1 of First Wave.
Not a fix.
Not a bypass.
A sacred return.
First wave self study is launching July 2025.
A journal prompt practice to break open and emerge with more wisdom.
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06/07/2025

I have something really special coming in the next 30 days.
This little heart felt ritual was created in the face of a theme I’ve been dealing with most of my life.
Not feeling good enough
Compensated enough
Over worked
Under appreciated
Emotionally feeling robbed at times because I pour my heart and soul into all that I do.
This journey I’ve been on since I got to Hawai’i has been one of softness and slowing down and spending time with myself but I am always reminded by my internal systems when It’s too much.
Sometimes the too much correlates to what I’m not giving myself.
Or what I’m ignoring within.
Rarely now is it anything outside of me.
This is my gift to you.

06/06/2025

I can absolutely logic my way into or out of any situation.
I used to think that was strength —
To have the plan.
Map it. Solve it.
Think it into submission.
Then I’d feel safe.
Then I’d have the thing I thought I wanted.
Like: boom. Manifest now.
Meanwhile…
I was ignoring every subtle signal in my body.
Silencing the internal alarms.
Disregarding the sacred no’s that didn’t make sense on paper.
And when it didn’t manifest —
when it fell apart or just never came —
I’d spiral.
See? This didn’t work.
I’ve tried the thing. I’ve done the steps.
But the truth?
If it’s not in alignment…
If your nervous system doesn’t believe it’s safe to receive…
If your soul is saying no but your mind is trying to brute force a yes…
It won’t land.
And that’s a lot to unpack.
Trying to “logic your way into a new solution”
while ignoring the actual signals of truth in your body?
Kind of insane, really.
✦ I used to think clarity came from strategy.
From timelines, from effort, from control.
✨ Now I know:
Clarity comes from rhythm.
From listening.
From devotion.
From stillness.
From truth.
That’s what I practice in First Wave & Sacred Mirror —
both offerings to come back into the body,
not to fix it…
but to finally trust it.
To look at the old stories,
to reflect,
to surrender,
to shed the layers
like the gentle peeling of an onion —
until what’s left is only truth.
Then… begin the process of allowing your sacred self
to exist in alignment,
and make choices truly for you.

05/30/2025

Your nervous system is the unseen altar.
It holds everything—your capacity to receive, to rest, to rise, to trust.
When it’s in survival mode, even the good things feel unsafe.
Love. Rest. Pleasure. Change.
But when it’s tended to with devotion—
something shifts.
Your future softens.
Clarity comes.
Your body becomes a place you can come home to again.
This quote came through as a reminder:
🌿 “The way you tend to your nervous system is the way you tend to your future.”
Swipe through for:
➤ 3 truths about the nervous system
➤ Why regulation matters
➤ 3 ways to bring yourself back to center
This is part of the work I live—and guide within Sacred Mirror and first wave.
Because alignment doesn’t happen in your head.
It begins in your nervous system.

05/28/2025

Mini Ritual: Clearing without an altar. Listening anyway.
I don’t have a traditional altar here in Hawai‘i.
But I did find something sacred in the first week I arrived.
Or maybe… it found me.
It was on a classic car cruise up on the North Shore.
I walked into a shop and, as always, I was pulled—magnetically, viscerally—
to a shelf of large, grounding Howlite crystals.
I didn’t buy one that day.
But I knew.

When I returned to Waikīkī, I found one again.
Same crystal.
Same pull.
This time, I said yes.
I slept with it beside my head that night.
And I still do.
Even without a formal altar, this stone holds space for me.
It has since the moment it arrived.
Howlite — a stone of serenity, patience, and emotional release.
A quiet companion for nights filled with whacky dreams,
sacred processing, and the kind of deep letting go I hadn’t expected…
but clearly needed.
Maybe it’s not about having the perfect altar.
Maybe it’s about listening when something sacred finds you —
and letting it stay close.
Letting it do its work.
And maybe cleaning our “altar” sometimes just means
honoring the space we’re in,
thanking the things that help us feel,
and noticing what wants to be let go — internally and externally.
What I’ve learned from this stone:
You don’t need a setup to be in ceremony.
You just need to be present.