Alana and I jumped on a call.
I saw the queen in her and met her in her shadows.
I didn't offer a helping hand. I just stood by her side. Reminded her of her crown and we moved through some beautifully big stuff.
I work with trauma release. We released trauma.
She later messaged me and shared that the powerful poem below was born the day after our session together.
Please gift this moment to yourself.
Put on your headphones,
close your eyes,
bring your hands to womb space and listen to the masterpiece below.
True story: It got a (different) client of mine high during a session of ours!... This woman, Inka Linda, is POWERFUL!
I remember the start of my journey - my journey into women, into the power of women, into the power of myself. I remember it potently...
In the approach to my upcoming workshop, a couple of Queens over at The Goddess League (Who will be co-hosting the event) have asked me some questions...
We were stuck in a rut. One which seemed so impossible to figure out.
Like a complex escape room puzzle where we always felt so close to cracking the code.
It was always so unpredictable as to whether we'd be madly in love, dropped in deep and feeling like the best thing in the world - or triggered up and resolving the bullet wounds of verbal torture.
I have a secret to tell you...
A billion words won't ever suffice in describing this journey we share.
There's a golden thread between us, so strong it could carry the universe - it does.
When times are great I forget about the gold, I take the thread for granted and skip about happily, plucking gratitude from my pockets and showing it off to the world.
But it's not always great, is it? It's not always happy. It's human. And sometimes the human in us needs to meet themselves again, in a new light.
ONE. Vela Souls' first ever stage show.
It's been a beautiful and bold journey, creating this piece together. ONE has grown, and speaks back to us. It's as though we are in an intimate, trusting relationship with the show itself, and we continue to revel in gratitude for all that is being shown.
It's as though the universe continues to whisper, "G'waan, Vela Souls!"
Dear, oh dear.
There were times where I wanted to hurl my pain at you, cut your face to pieces and call you Bitch until the cows came home. Times where I wanted nothing more than for you to vanish into depths of hurt, to satisfy my insecure withering self. Somehow I believed it would relieve me of my pain - like a dose of an addiction, it only relieved me of my craving for a moment...
The real depth of my pain: I hurt because I felt I was denied my right to love you. You - a woman who my man chose to share secret moments with. A woman who I therefore believed subtracted from my own radiance, beauty and worth.