Iâve been holding Sacred Circle for almost four years now. Guiding, grounding, weaving women together in truth and tenderness. And while I always share in Circle, it's a different thing entirely when you're the one holding the container. Youâre attuned to every breath in the room. But this time...? I got to sit in the Circle not as the facilitator, but as a participant. And it cracked me open in a way I didnât know I needed. To receive what Iâve only ever witnessed. No one waiting on me to guide the next step. And when I tell you... something shifted. When I finally gave myself full permission to drop the âleaderâ hat and simply be, what I received was more than a ritual or a moment. It was a deep cellular remembering. A softening. Thatâs the thing about Sacred Circle. Itâs not about whoâs leading, but what we create together. A container strong enough to hold whatever rises. A place where your grief, your joy, your doubt, your becoming...all of it has room to breathe. And on Friday, August 8th, under the sky, in salt kissed air and the toes beneath our feet, surrounded by the pulse of something greater... I am hosting one of our circles on the beach. On the most powerful days to manifest. ⌠Why August 8th considered a âmanifestation portalâ?Because the energy of the 8/8 portal is a mix of solar (masculine) power and Siriusâ spiritual (feminine) frequency, itâs thought to create a clear channel for receiving divine downloads, setting high-frequency intentions, and activating dormant potential. In numerology, 8 is the number of abundance, karmic cycles, infinite potential, and empowerment. On 8/8, that energy is doubled. Think of it as a day when:
It's a time of heart-led leadership, radical self-worth, and magnetic energy. A moment to shed what dims your light and step fully into what you were always meant to be. Reader, I want you to have what we do. To come just as you areâmessy, glowing, cracked open, unsure, in-betweenâand feel what itâs like to be truly witnessed. To co-create something ancient and alive. To remember that your desires are sacred, your voice matters, and you were never meant to do this alone. And whether youâve been with me since the first Circle or this is your very first one, there is a seat for you in this story. So I invite you to let the fire of Leo season light you up. Youâre not too late. Youâre right on time. And we'll all be there with you, every step of the way. *I swear my future self knew exactly what she was doing when I made a decision in August 2021 (right around the 8/8 portal) to create a space like this. What I didnât realize back then was how much I would be changed by what I was building. And looking back... it already began working its magic four years ago. With so much Love,
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Not your typical love-and-light bullsh*t. Just my subtle (okayyyy, sometimes NOT-so-subtle đ) way of calling you OUT & calling you BACK to yourself, all while reminding you you're not alone in any of this.
Hey friend, This weekâs reflection comes straight from my Sugg-Jess-tion Box: a place where you get to toss in your burning questions, messy thoughts, or the things you wish someone would just talk about already. The question was this: âIs it really possible to hold both heartbreak and healing at the same time?â Hereâs the truth: grief and healing donât happen in neat, clean stages. You donât finish heartbreak and then move on to healing. Most days, youâre holding both at once. One hand...
Thereâs a version of you thatâs been buried under years of playing nice. Of keeping the peace. Of making yourself smaller just to fit into rooms that couldnât hold you. You bit your tongue to avoid tension. You quieted your brilliance to make others more comfortable. You told yourself that maybe less of you would be easier to love. But the truth? They still left. Or they stayed and made you question your worth. So hereâs your permission slip to stop. Stop diluting your magic.Stop bending to...
This is for the woman whoâs done being the âgood girlâ The one who bites her tongue, makes herself small, and swallows the truth just to keep the peace. If youâre honest⌠you know thatâs you. Youâve been standing on this side of the bridge your whole damn life, looking at the woman you could be on the other side.The one who speaks her mind without flinching.Who says ânoâ without the apology.Who takes up every inch of space sheâs earned. That bridge? Itâs not going to cross itself.And every...