Perhaps part of this is my awakening that I am not alone. There are people without dust in their eyes who see.

It is not me on trial—even if technically it is—it is the ideas that I live by.

Our wildness isn’t a flaw or problem to be managed—it’s our deepest source of creativity, passion, and authentic power.

In a culture that has outsourced its instincts and handed over its power, OM restores the most basic kind of freedom—the freedom to feel, to connect, and to heal on our own terms.

Power, in the feminine sense, is communal by nature: a mycelial network of insight and care spreading beneath the surface, feeding all who root into it.

Through play, we hone the art of seeing differently.

Love is not what someone gives you,
or what they are supposed to be.

The wish for every woman is that flash of recognition—the moment when her value becomes non-negotiable, when she finds an unshakable seat inside.

True power is the sustained capacity to uplift and raise things into their realized form.

High-arousal repatterning rests on this principle: that the nervous system can reorganize its relationship to experience by meeting intensity not as a threat, but as an opening.

If we were truly interested in healing trauma, we would not be refining our methods of control.