Have you ever looked back on a relationship (romantic or otherwise) and thought: I saw the red flags. I knew better. Why didnât I listen? Thatâs the betrayal we donât talk about. Not the betrayal of someone else breaking your trust, but the ache of realizing you betrayed yourself. You silenced your gut. When we mute our instincts, we never get to find out if the other person could truly see us, love us, or stand beside us as we are. We settle for half-love because we offered half-truth. Discernment in love is letting your gut lead you into relationships where you donât have to shrink. Itâs letting yourself be fully seen...even when itâs scary, even when rejection is possible, because the real betrayal is abandoning yourself first. Question to ponder this week: Where in your love life (either past or present) have you quieted your truth in order to be chosen? And what would it look like to choose yourself instead? P.S.: In Sacred Circle, we create the kind of space where masks drop, truths are spoken out loud, and the love youâre searching for begins with you finally seeing yourself. Much Love, |
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.
Picture this: your boss (or maybe your mom, your partner, your friend) asks you for âjust one more thing.â Youâre already drowning, but before you even take a breath, the word is out of your mouth: Yes. Later that night, youâre lying awake, replaying it all: Why didnât I just say no? Hereâs the truth: discernment shows up in boundaries. Itâs the pause between the ask and the answer. Itâs the quick body checkâtight chest? heavy sigh?âthat tells you your âyesâ is really a âno.â But conditioning...
Women have been taught that our anger is dangerous. From the time we were little, we got the message loud and clear.... good girls donât yell. They donât slam doors.They donât get âtoo emotional.â Anger was painted as ugly, shameful, even unlovable. So we buried it.We swallowed the lump in our throat.We clenched our jaw and forced the smile.We carried it inside until it carved deep grooves of resentment, exhaustion, and disconnect. But hereâs the thing no one told us: anger is f**king holy....
Hey boo, If Iâve learned anything, itâs that life has a way of pulling the rug out from under us when we least expect it. People leave. Plans change. Loss cracks us wide open in ways we never thought weâd survive. And in those moments, itâs easy to feel powerless. To slip into the âvictimâ roleâasking why me? or wondering if weâll ever feel whole again. Iâve been there too. But hereâs the shift that changes everything: we donât have to stay there. We can decide that even in our darkest...