Not your typical love-and-light bullsh*t. Just my subtle (okayyyy, sometimes NOT-so-subtle š) way of calling you OUT & calling you BACK to yourself, all while reminding you you're not alone in any of this.
āRelease has never felt this realā
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Hey Reader, Hereās what I didnāt see coming the first time we did this ritual last year (click the links throughout this email to see the different pieces of our ritual!): It started off playful. Everyone picked their pumpkin like it was a treasure hunt ā big ones, small ones, perfectly round or a little crooked. Some wrote "anxiety" on theirs. Others scribbled "fear", "existential rage", or even a personās name. We laughed about it. It felt lighthearted. And then the smashing began..... One by one, those pumpkins cracked open. And what felt like fun on the surface revealed something much deeper: there was more under that bat than any of us expected. The women realized they werenāt just smashing āa pumpkin.ā They were smashing years of bottled-up frustration, invisible weight, grief they didnāt know they were still carrying. They were breaking cycles of silence. Some of us cried. Some of us roared. All of us felt lighter. Afterward, we circled up by the fire. Women shared their stories. What they had written. What it meant to finally have something physical to do with the energy that lived in their bodies. And the truth that came up again and again was this: Itās not just about pumpkins. Itās about giving yourself permission to feel, release, and rise. šļø Friday, October 10 | 6ā9 PM (pumpkins provided!) Thatās the magic waiting for you.
Much Love, |
Jess Leone
Not your typical love-and-light bullsh*t. Just my subtle (okayyyy, sometimes NOT-so-subtle š) way of calling you OUT & calling you BACK to yourself, all while reminding you you're not alone in any of this.
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