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Anya Devi
AWAKEN to your Sacred Soul RETREAT
JULY 1-7 COSTA RICA
🐉A REMEMBRANCE of who you are & your medicine 🔥
with Anya Devi & @sacredlotus.yonirituals ⤵️
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
The little girl in me was always searching for home through other women
I think most women are suppressing or over expressing their Mother Hunger
Somehow we remember that love between women is not supposed to feel this painful
I was an orphan for many years
Raised through Soviet systems, hospitals, conditioning, hunger, misogyny, survival..
Mother Russia knew no softness
Only stoicism
Only survival
The original feminine rupture
The severing from safe feminine love
The disconnection from warmth, nurturance, being deeply seen, held, protected, gently loved & guided
The little girl inside of me spent years searching for that love through feminine friendships
Searching for home inside other women
I see so many of us are carrying that wound
Women abandoning women
Envy. Gossip. Betrayal.
Jealousy. Judgement. Competition.
I kept searching for the kind of friendship that felt pure
The kind where someone truly sees you
Not for what you provide,
but because they genuinely love your soul
I didn’t realize how deeply I held onto abandonment until I met a woman who stayed
A teacher who became soul family
Someone who witnessed my pain instead of causing more
Someone who loved me while I learned how to stop abandoning myself
Do you know how healing that is?
When your nervous system is waiting for betrayal…
but instead, someone stays.
Truthfully.
Steadily.
Purely.
When your pain becomes inconvenient or too much ~ she encourages you to be bold
Loves you through your return
While they think women are searching for attention
I think they are truly searching for home
For tender love that lets the body finally exhale
The kind of friendship that reminds you who you are
A love that says:
“You do not have to survive alone anymore”
What is truly healing for the feminine..:
Women remembering how to truly care for & LOVE one another again
The way we always should have
~ Anya Devi
Comment “festival” if you desire to be surrounded by a sisterhood of women who are here to lift you up & are ready to witness your return 🔥🙌🐉
Images with @sofiahthom ~ my Soul Sister & Mentor @templebodyartscollective
They taught us our blood was dirty.
They taught us to hide it.
To manage it.
To be ashamed of it.
And now, we are remembering
For thousands of years, before the shame was written into us, women knew the truth
Your blood is your most sacred intelligence. 🩸
It is the oracle.
The portal.
The place where your visions live.
Our blood is gold.
In the Red Tent, women didn’t apologise for their blood.
They gathered in it.
They dreamed in it.
They led from it.
And inside the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival we are bringing the Red Tent back.
May 27–31 | Online | 13 Ceremonialists | Five Days Inside the Temple
Led by yours truly ❤️🔥
This is an initiation. ⚔️
In just five days together, we will journey through:
🌹 The feminine archetypes living inside your cycle and how to lead from each one
🌹 Sonic ceremony and sound ritual to crack you open and bring you home to your body
🌹 Sacred embodiment practices to awaken the parts of you that have been in hiding
🌹 Red Tent ceremony a space so few women have ever been held inside
🌹 The sisterhood you didn’t know you were starving for
You will leave knowing things about your body that no one ever taught you.
You will leave with your blood as your crown.
The most radical act a woman can do right now is remember who she was before they told her to be ashamed.
This is that remembrance.
The world is burning, sisters.
And we rise not in spite of our wildness.
Because of it.
🌹 Comment ROSE to enter the red curtain
Will you step inside?
This is the revolution
With love & devotion,
Sofiah 💋
#redtent #wombwisdom #templebodyartsfestival #sacredblood
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us, the curtains open in just three days
This is the full red tent festival you’ve never experienced before.
In this red tent, you’re activating your voice, moving your body, listening to your womb, and being supported by women from all over the world who just want to hold you to rise
Imagine what a world we would live in if we all just simple held each other over competing
Adorned instead of compared
Women coming together to rise
Women seeing each other fully in her artistry
This is the path forward sisters
The Red Tent must be remembered
And this is where we step in
Join us for the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival, a Red Tent Experience
Starts on May 27th-31st, 2026
Five days ❤️🔥 13 Ceremonialists
Daily Embodiment Activations by yours truly
I’ll see you in the red tent my love
Xx,
Sofiah Thom
#redtentcircle #redtentmovement #templebodyartsfestival #womenempowerment
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us, the curtains open in just three days
This is the full red tent festival you’ve never experienced before.
In this red tent, you’re activating your voice, moving your body, listening to your womb, and being supported by women from all over the world who just want to hold you to rise
Imagine what a world we would live in if we all just simple held each other over competing
Adorned instead of compared
Women coming together to rise
Women seeing each other fully in her artistry
This is the path forward sisters
The Red Tent must be remembered
And this is where we step in
Join us for the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival, a Red Tent Experience
Starts on May 27th-31st, 2026
Five days ❤️🔥 13 Ceremonialists
Daily Embodiment Activations by yours truly
I’ll see you in the red tent my love
Xx,
Sofiah Thom
#redtentcircle #redtentmovement #templebodyartsfestival #womenempowerment
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us, the curtains open in just three days
This is the full red tent festival you’ve never experienced before.
In this red tent, you’re activating your voice, moving your body, listening to your womb, and being supported by women from all over the world who just want to hold you to rise
Imagine what a world we would live in if we all just simple held each other over competing
Adorned instead of compared
Women coming together to rise
Women seeing each other fully in her artistry
This is the path forward sisters
The Red Tent must be remembered
And this is where we step in
Join us for the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival, a Red Tent Experience
Starts on May 27th-31st, 2026
Five days ❤️🔥 13 Ceremonialists
Daily Embodiment Activations by yours truly
I’ll see you in the red tent my love
Xx,
Sofiah Thom
#redtentcircle #redtentmovement #templebodyartsfestival #womenempowerment
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us, the curtains open in just three days
This is the full red tent festival you’ve never experienced before.
In this red tent, you’re activating your voice, moving your body, listening to your womb, and being supported by women from all over the world who just want to hold you to rise
Imagine what a world we would live in if we all just simple held each other over competing
Adorned instead of compared
Women coming together to rise
Women seeing each other fully in her artistry
This is the path forward sisters
The Red Tent must be remembered
And this is where we step in
Join us for the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival, a Red Tent Experience
Starts on May 27th-31st, 2026
Five days ❤️🔥 13 Ceremonialists
Daily Embodiment Activations by yours truly
I’ll see you in the red tent my love
Xx,
Sofiah Thom
#redtentcircle #redtentmovement #templebodyartsfestival #womenempowerment
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us, the curtains open in just three days
This is the full red tent festival you’ve never experienced before.
In this red tent, you’re activating your voice, moving your body, listening to your womb, and being supported by women from all over the world who just want to hold you to rise
Imagine what a world we would live in if we all just simple held each other over competing
Adorned instead of compared
Women coming together to rise
Women seeing each other fully in her artistry
This is the path forward sisters
The Red Tent must be remembered
And this is where we step in
Join us for the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival, a Red Tent Experience
Starts on May 27th-31st, 2026
Five days ❤️🔥 13 Ceremonialists
Daily Embodiment Activations by yours truly
I’ll see you in the red tent my love
Xx,
Sofiah Thom
#redtentcircle #redtentmovement #templebodyartsfestival #womenempowerment
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us, the curtains open in just three days
This is the full red tent festival you’ve never experienced before.
In this red tent, you’re activating your voice, moving your body, listening to your womb, and being supported by women from all over the world who just want to hold you to rise
Imagine what a world we would live in if we all just simple held each other over competing
Adorned instead of compared
Women coming together to rise
Women seeing each other fully in her artistry
This is the path forward sisters
The Red Tent must be remembered
And this is where we step in
Join us for the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival, a Red Tent Experience
Starts on May 27th-31st, 2026
Five days ❤️🔥 13 Ceremonialists
Daily Embodiment Activations by yours truly
I’ll see you in the red tent my love
Xx,
Sofiah Thom
#redtentcircle #redtentmovement #templebodyartsfestival #womenempowerment
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us, the curtains open in just three days
This is the full red tent festival you’ve never experienced before.
In this red tent, you’re activating your voice, moving your body, listening to your womb, and being supported by women from all over the world who just want to hold you to rise
Imagine what a world we would live in if we all just simple held each other over competing
Adorned instead of compared
Women coming together to rise
Women seeing each other fully in her artistry
This is the path forward sisters
The Red Tent must be remembered
And this is where we step in
Join us for the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival, a Red Tent Experience
Starts on May 27th-31st, 2026
Five days ❤️🔥 13 Ceremonialists
Daily Embodiment Activations by yours truly
I’ll see you in the red tent my love
Xx,
Sofiah Thom
#redtentcircle #redtentmovement #templebodyartsfestival #womenempowerment
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Comment ROSE 🌹 to join us in the red tent
One of the world’s most iconic festivals was birthed from my womb.
And now I’m birthing another.
But this one is different.
This one isn’t for everyone.
This one is just for you, the woman ready to rise…
I want to take you back to the first time a woman truly held you.
A sister. A woman who looked at you, really looked, and the comparison stories went quiet.
And she just... saw you.
Do you remember what that felt like?
I’ve spent 20 years building stages, performing, and facilitating spaces where we remember what being alive feels like.
Envision Festival. Temple Body Arts Retreats. Women’s Circles.
And something profound always happened when people came together. But there was a different kind of magic I only found where the women would gather.
In the Red Tent. 🌹
Before there were stages, there were circles.
Before there were festivals, there was the red tent.
Where women brought their blood, their grief, their visions, their wildness and were held, not fixed.
This is the oldest gathering on Earth.
And we have forgotten it.
When I returned to Envision this year I felt it again.
That electricity when women find each other in the circle. When the comparison falls away and something ancient rises up instead.
Something that whispers: you are not alone in this.
Out of that recognition, the Temple Body Arts Festival was born.
A Red Tent Experience. Online.
May 27–31st, 2026
Ceremonies. Embodiment Activations. Sisterhood.
A gathering for women who are ready to rise, be held, and step onto the global stage together.
Because the world is in upheaval, sisters.
And we are being called.
Not to have it all figured out.
Not to lead from our armour.
But to remember the oldest medicine there is:
Women gathering. Women witnessing. Women rising together.
Comment ROSE and I’ll send you your invitation to the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival.
With love and devotion, Sofiah 💋
Photography by @nixie_marie & @melissarobinphoto
#womenrising #redtentcircle #templebodyartsonlinefestival
Are you willing to go one more day without this…?
I’m talking about what it feels like to be truly held in embodied, devotional sisterhood.✨
I’m not talking about casual “school drop-off” friendships, networking mixers or “women’s empowerment” events that feel inspiring for one night and disappear by Monday morning. ✨
I’m talking about the kind of sisterhood that changes the trajectory of your life.
In 2018, one retreat in Mar de Jade, Mexico led me to @sofiahthom and Temple Body Arts.
I had been leading women’s full moon circles since 2015 and was already on my path as a Yoni Steam Therapist, accessing my spiritual gifts.
YET - it was saying YES to myself and spending my last dollar to attend that shaped the leader I am today.
It was there that I met @anyahdevi , where we connected on our passions for ancestral lineage Healing for our future generations, even though I had not yet birthed my daughter.
Our souls recognized each other… and the following year, during our ordination as Temple Body Priestesses, we birthed the Awaken To Your Sacred Soul Retreat — a transformational experience for men and women devoted to awakening their sacred purpose.
Six years later… it is still changing lives. ✨
What we activated together in the jungle -
Women dancing together freely
Praying with our bodies
Speaking truth to power
Creating flower mandala art to offer to mama ocean…
As a collective we remembered the unique sacred ancient missions that had brought us all together on that beach.🌹
And now… for the FIRST time ever… we gather from across the world ONLINE for one sacred festival. 🌍🔥
This festival is a living transmission years in the making.
I’ll be guiding the Jeweled Womb Method:
Womb Ceremony + Devotional Dance to awaken the magnetic sensual power of your womb…
so you can move from #survival into self-trust and finally embody the life calling your name. ✨
We are inviting you into our inner world to participate in 13 Ceremonies with us on the global stage.
Tickets are officially open. Lynx in bi0
#spiritualempowerment #feminineleadership #virtualevent #wombwisdom
Are you willing to go one more day without this…?
I’m talking about what it feels like to be truly held in embodied, devotional sisterhood.✨
I’m not talking about casual “school drop-off” friendships, networking mixers or “women’s empowerment” events that feel inspiring for one night and disappear by Monday morning. ✨
I’m talking about the kind of sisterhood that changes the trajectory of your life.
In 2018, one retreat in Mar de Jade, Mexico led me to @sofiahthom and Temple Body Arts.
I had been leading women’s full moon circles since 2015 and was already on my path as a Yoni Steam Therapist, accessing my spiritual gifts.
YET - it was saying YES to myself and spending my last dollar to attend that shaped the leader I am today.
It was there that I met @anyahdevi , where we connected on our passions for ancestral lineage Healing for our future generations, even though I had not yet birthed my daughter.
Our souls recognized each other… and the following year, during our ordination as Temple Body Priestesses, we birthed the Awaken To Your Sacred Soul Retreat — a transformational experience for men and women devoted to awakening their sacred purpose.
Six years later… it is still changing lives. ✨
What we activated together in the jungle -
Women dancing together freely
Praying with our bodies
Speaking truth to power
Creating flower mandala art to offer to mama ocean…
As a collective we remembered the unique sacred ancient missions that had brought us all together on that beach.🌹
And now… for the FIRST time ever… we gather from across the world ONLINE for one sacred festival. 🌍🔥
This festival is a living transmission years in the making.
I’ll be guiding the Jeweled Womb Method:
Womb Ceremony + Devotional Dance to awaken the magnetic sensual power of your womb…
so you can move from #survival into self-trust and finally embody the life calling your name. ✨
We are inviting you into our inner world to participate in 13 Ceremonies with us on the global stage.
Tickets are officially open. Lynx in bi0
#spiritualempowerment #feminineleadership #virtualevent #wombwisdom
Are you willing to go one more day without this…?
I’m talking about what it feels like to be truly held in embodied, devotional sisterhood.✨
I’m not talking about casual “school drop-off” friendships, networking mixers or “women’s empowerment” events that feel inspiring for one night and disappear by Monday morning. ✨
I’m talking about the kind of sisterhood that changes the trajectory of your life.
In 2018, one retreat in Mar de Jade, Mexico led me to @sofiahthom and Temple Body Arts.
I had been leading women’s full moon circles since 2015 and was already on my path as a Yoni Steam Therapist, accessing my spiritual gifts.
YET - it was saying YES to myself and spending my last dollar to attend that shaped the leader I am today.
It was there that I met @anyahdevi , where we connected on our passions for ancestral lineage Healing for our future generations, even though I had not yet birthed my daughter.
Our souls recognized each other… and the following year, during our ordination as Temple Body Priestesses, we birthed the Awaken To Your Sacred Soul Retreat — a transformational experience for men and women devoted to awakening their sacred purpose.
Six years later… it is still changing lives. ✨
What we activated together in the jungle -
Women dancing together freely
Praying with our bodies
Speaking truth to power
Creating flower mandala art to offer to mama ocean…
As a collective we remembered the unique sacred ancient missions that had brought us all together on that beach.🌹
And now… for the FIRST time ever… we gather from across the world ONLINE for one sacred festival. 🌍🔥
This festival is a living transmission years in the making.
I’ll be guiding the Jeweled Womb Method:
Womb Ceremony + Devotional Dance to awaken the magnetic sensual power of your womb…
so you can move from #survival into self-trust and finally embody the life calling your name. ✨
We are inviting you into our inner world to participate in 13 Ceremonies with us on the global stage.
Tickets are officially open. Lynx in bi0
#spiritualempowerment #feminineleadership #virtualevent #wombwisdom
Are you willing to go one more day without this…?
I’m talking about what it feels like to be truly held in embodied, devotional sisterhood.✨
I’m not talking about casual “school drop-off” friendships, networking mixers or “women’s empowerment” events that feel inspiring for one night and disappear by Monday morning. ✨
I’m talking about the kind of sisterhood that changes the trajectory of your life.
In 2018, one retreat in Mar de Jade, Mexico led me to @sofiahthom and Temple Body Arts.
I had been leading women’s full moon circles since 2015 and was already on my path as a Yoni Steam Therapist, accessing my spiritual gifts.
YET - it was saying YES to myself and spending my last dollar to attend that shaped the leader I am today.
It was there that I met @anyahdevi , where we connected on our passions for ancestral lineage Healing for our future generations, even though I had not yet birthed my daughter.
Our souls recognized each other… and the following year, during our ordination as Temple Body Priestesses, we birthed the Awaken To Your Sacred Soul Retreat — a transformational experience for men and women devoted to awakening their sacred purpose.
Six years later… it is still changing lives. ✨
What we activated together in the jungle -
Women dancing together freely
Praying with our bodies
Speaking truth to power
Creating flower mandala art to offer to mama ocean…
As a collective we remembered the unique sacred ancient missions that had brought us all together on that beach.🌹
And now… for the FIRST time ever… we gather from across the world ONLINE for one sacred festival. 🌍🔥
This festival is a living transmission years in the making.
I’ll be guiding the Jeweled Womb Method:
Womb Ceremony + Devotional Dance to awaken the magnetic sensual power of your womb…
so you can move from #survival into self-trust and finally embody the life calling your name. ✨
We are inviting you into our inner world to participate in 13 Ceremonies with us on the global stage.
Tickets are officially open. Lynx in bi0
#spiritualempowerment #feminineleadership #virtualevent #wombwisdom
Are you willing to go one more day without this…?
I’m talking about what it feels like to be truly held in embodied, devotional sisterhood.✨
I’m not talking about casual “school drop-off” friendships, networking mixers or “women’s empowerment” events that feel inspiring for one night and disappear by Monday morning. ✨
I’m talking about the kind of sisterhood that changes the trajectory of your life.
In 2018, one retreat in Mar de Jade, Mexico led me to @sofiahthom and Temple Body Arts.
I had been leading women’s full moon circles since 2015 and was already on my path as a Yoni Steam Therapist, accessing my spiritual gifts.
YET - it was saying YES to myself and spending my last dollar to attend that shaped the leader I am today.
It was there that I met @anyahdevi , where we connected on our passions for ancestral lineage Healing for our future generations, even though I had not yet birthed my daughter.
Our souls recognized each other… and the following year, during our ordination as Temple Body Priestesses, we birthed the Awaken To Your Sacred Soul Retreat — a transformational experience for men and women devoted to awakening their sacred purpose.
Six years later… it is still changing lives. ✨
What we activated together in the jungle -
Women dancing together freely
Praying with our bodies
Speaking truth to power
Creating flower mandala art to offer to mama ocean…
As a collective we remembered the unique sacred ancient missions that had brought us all together on that beach.🌹
And now… for the FIRST time ever… we gather from across the world ONLINE for one sacred festival. 🌍🔥
This festival is a living transmission years in the making.
I’ll be guiding the Jeweled Womb Method:
Womb Ceremony + Devotional Dance to awaken the magnetic sensual power of your womb…
so you can move from #survival into self-trust and finally embody the life calling your name. ✨
We are inviting you into our inner world to participate in 13 Ceremonies with us on the global stage.
Tickets are officially open. Lynx in bi0
#spiritualempowerment #feminineleadership #virtualevent #wombwisdom
Are you willing to go one more day without this…?
I’m talking about what it feels like to be truly held in embodied, devotional sisterhood.✨
I’m not talking about casual “school drop-off” friendships, networking mixers or “women’s empowerment” events that feel inspiring for one night and disappear by Monday morning. ✨
I’m talking about the kind of sisterhood that changes the trajectory of your life.
In 2018, one retreat in Mar de Jade, Mexico led me to @sofiahthom and Temple Body Arts.
I had been leading women’s full moon circles since 2015 and was already on my path as a Yoni Steam Therapist, accessing my spiritual gifts.
YET - it was saying YES to myself and spending my last dollar to attend that shaped the leader I am today.
It was there that I met @anyahdevi , where we connected on our passions for ancestral lineage Healing for our future generations, even though I had not yet birthed my daughter.
Our souls recognized each other… and the following year, during our ordination as Temple Body Priestesses, we birthed the Awaken To Your Sacred Soul Retreat — a transformational experience for men and women devoted to awakening their sacred purpose.
Six years later… it is still changing lives. ✨
What we activated together in the jungle -
Women dancing together freely
Praying with our bodies
Speaking truth to power
Creating flower mandala art to offer to mama ocean…
As a collective we remembered the unique sacred ancient missions that had brought us all together on that beach.🌹
And now… for the FIRST time ever… we gather from across the world ONLINE for one sacred festival. 🌍🔥
This festival is a living transmission years in the making.
I’ll be guiding the Jeweled Womb Method:
Womb Ceremony + Devotional Dance to awaken the magnetic sensual power of your womb…
so you can move from #survival into self-trust and finally embody the life calling your name. ✨
We are inviting you into our inner world to participate in 13 Ceremonies with us on the global stage.
Tickets are officially open. Lynx in bi0
#spiritualempowerment #feminineleadership #virtualevent #wombwisdom
Are you willing to go one more day without this…?
I’m talking about what it feels like to be truly held in embodied, devotional sisterhood.✨
I’m not talking about casual “school drop-off” friendships, networking mixers or “women’s empowerment” events that feel inspiring for one night and disappear by Monday morning. ✨
I’m talking about the kind of sisterhood that changes the trajectory of your life.
In 2018, one retreat in Mar de Jade, Mexico led me to @sofiahthom and Temple Body Arts.
I had been leading women’s full moon circles since 2015 and was already on my path as a Yoni Steam Therapist, accessing my spiritual gifts.
YET - it was saying YES to myself and spending my last dollar to attend that shaped the leader I am today.
It was there that I met @anyahdevi , where we connected on our passions for ancestral lineage Healing for our future generations, even though I had not yet birthed my daughter.
Our souls recognized each other… and the following year, during our ordination as Temple Body Priestesses, we birthed the Awaken To Your Sacred Soul Retreat — a transformational experience for men and women devoted to awakening their sacred purpose.
Six years later… it is still changing lives. ✨
What we activated together in the jungle -
Women dancing together freely
Praying with our bodies
Speaking truth to power
Creating flower mandala art to offer to mama ocean…
As a collective we remembered the unique sacred ancient missions that had brought us all together on that beach.🌹
And now… for the FIRST time ever… we gather from across the world ONLINE for one sacred festival. 🌍🔥
This festival is a living transmission years in the making.
I’ll be guiding the Jeweled Womb Method:
Womb Ceremony + Devotional Dance to awaken the magnetic sensual power of your womb…
so you can move from #survival into self-trust and finally embody the life calling your name. ✨
We are inviting you into our inner world to participate in 13 Ceremonies with us on the global stage.
Tickets are officially open. Lynx in bi0
#spiritualempowerment #feminineleadership #virtualevent #wombwisdom
Are you willing to go one more day without this…?
I’m talking about what it feels like to be truly held in embodied, devotional sisterhood.✨
I’m not talking about casual “school drop-off” friendships, networking mixers or “women’s empowerment” events that feel inspiring for one night and disappear by Monday morning. ✨
I’m talking about the kind of sisterhood that changes the trajectory of your life.
In 2018, one retreat in Mar de Jade, Mexico led me to @sofiahthom and Temple Body Arts.
I had been leading women’s full moon circles since 2015 and was already on my path as a Yoni Steam Therapist, accessing my spiritual gifts.
YET - it was saying YES to myself and spending my last dollar to attend that shaped the leader I am today.
It was there that I met @anyahdevi , where we connected on our passions for ancestral lineage Healing for our future generations, even though I had not yet birthed my daughter.
Our souls recognized each other… and the following year, during our ordination as Temple Body Priestesses, we birthed the Awaken To Your Sacred Soul Retreat — a transformational experience for men and women devoted to awakening their sacred purpose.
Six years later… it is still changing lives. ✨
What we activated together in the jungle -
Women dancing together freely
Praying with our bodies
Speaking truth to power
Creating flower mandala art to offer to mama ocean…
As a collective we remembered the unique sacred ancient missions that had brought us all together on that beach.🌹
And now… for the FIRST time ever… we gather from across the world ONLINE for one sacred festival. 🌍🔥
This festival is a living transmission years in the making.
I’ll be guiding the Jeweled Womb Method:
Womb Ceremony + Devotional Dance to awaken the magnetic sensual power of your womb…
so you can move from #survival into self-trust and finally embody the life calling your name. ✨
We are inviting you into our inner world to participate in 13 Ceremonies with us on the global stage.
Tickets are officially open. Lynx in bi0
#spiritualempowerment #feminineleadership #virtualevent #wombwisdom
Are you willing to go one more day without this…?
I’m talking about what it feels like to be truly held in embodied, devotional sisterhood.✨
I’m not talking about casual “school drop-off” friendships, networking mixers or “women’s empowerment” events that feel inspiring for one night and disappear by Monday morning. ✨
I’m talking about the kind of sisterhood that changes the trajectory of your life.
In 2018, one retreat in Mar de Jade, Mexico led me to @sofiahthom and Temple Body Arts.
I had been leading women’s full moon circles since 2015 and was already on my path as a Yoni Steam Therapist, accessing my spiritual gifts.
YET - it was saying YES to myself and spending my last dollar to attend that shaped the leader I am today.
It was there that I met @anyahdevi , where we connected on our passions for ancestral lineage Healing for our future generations, even though I had not yet birthed my daughter.
Our souls recognized each other… and the following year, during our ordination as Temple Body Priestesses, we birthed the Awaken To Your Sacred Soul Retreat — a transformational experience for men and women devoted to awakening their sacred purpose.
Six years later… it is still changing lives. ✨
What we activated together in the jungle -
Women dancing together freely
Praying with our bodies
Speaking truth to power
Creating flower mandala art to offer to mama ocean…
As a collective we remembered the unique sacred ancient missions that had brought us all together on that beach.🌹
And now… for the FIRST time ever… we gather from across the world ONLINE for one sacred festival. 🌍🔥
This festival is a living transmission years in the making.
I’ll be guiding the Jeweled Womb Method:
Womb Ceremony + Devotional Dance to awaken the magnetic sensual power of your womb…
so you can move from #survival into self-trust and finally embody the life calling your name. ✨
We are inviting you into our inner world to participate in 13 Ceremonies with us on the global stage.
Tickets are officially open. Lynx in bi0
#spiritualempowerment #feminineleadership #virtualevent #wombwisdom
Are you willing to go one more day without this…?
I’m talking about what it feels like to be truly held in embodied, devotional sisterhood.✨
I’m not talking about casual “school drop-off” friendships, networking mixers or “women’s empowerment” events that feel inspiring for one night and disappear by Monday morning. ✨
I’m talking about the kind of sisterhood that changes the trajectory of your life.
In 2018, one retreat in Mar de Jade, Mexico led me to @sofiahthom and Temple Body Arts.
I had been leading women’s full moon circles since 2015 and was already on my path as a Yoni Steam Therapist, accessing my spiritual gifts.
YET - it was saying YES to myself and spending my last dollar to attend that shaped the leader I am today.
It was there that I met @anyahdevi , where we connected on our passions for ancestral lineage Healing for our future generations, even though I had not yet birthed my daughter.
Our souls recognized each other… and the following year, during our ordination as Temple Body Priestesses, we birthed the Awaken To Your Sacred Soul Retreat — a transformational experience for men and women devoted to awakening their sacred purpose.
Six years later… it is still changing lives. ✨
What we activated together in the jungle -
Women dancing together freely
Praying with our bodies
Speaking truth to power
Creating flower mandala art to offer to mama ocean…
As a collective we remembered the unique sacred ancient missions that had brought us all together on that beach.🌹
And now… for the FIRST time ever… we gather from across the world ONLINE for one sacred festival. 🌍🔥
This festival is a living transmission years in the making.
I’ll be guiding the Jeweled Womb Method:
Womb Ceremony + Devotional Dance to awaken the magnetic sensual power of your womb…
so you can move from #survival into self-trust and finally embody the life calling your name. ✨
We are inviting you into our inner world to participate in 13 Ceremonies with us on the global stage.
Tickets are officially open. Lynx in bi0
#spiritualempowerment #feminineleadership #virtualevent #wombwisdom
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Comment FESTIVAL 🔥 to join the biggest online women’s gathering of the year
When women gather we don’t just statistically live longer
We heal, grow, and support each others becoming
This is at the core of my work and what we are bringing inside the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival that starts on May 27th hosted by @sofiahthom
With over 13 Ceremonialists that will be holding space, guiding you, and leading you through activations that are aligned with the Red Tent experiences that we have been forgotten to in our society
But now we are remembering 🌹
We have been told to compete and compare
But now we are rewriting that story to heal the sisterhood wound
When we come together we fix each others crowns
We hold each other in ways many of us have never been held by the feminine
The sister wound is over ⚔️
The time has come that we stand for each other
and step out onto the global stage
It’s time that we share our voices, our artistry, and our magic
Because when we come together as women to heal,
we change the world
We’re gathering for five 5️⃣ days in sisterhood for the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival
🗓️ May 27th-31st, 2026
📍Live on Zoom
Drop FESTIVAL to join us
Because when we gather, we live longer
Long live the Queen 👑
#templebodyartsfestival #sisterhood #liveyouryes #womenrising divinefemininerising
There are ancient pathways of feminine wisdom that were never spoken through words alone.
They were transmitted through the body.
Through devotion.
Through movement.
Through beauty cultivated as prayer.
The Rose 🌹 has always been more than a flower.
She is a living remembrance.
A lineage of feminine consciousness that awakens through sensation, ritual, artistry, and embodied presence.
Within the Temple Body Arts Festival, I will be guiding a Rose Remembrance Journey , an immersive ceremonial transmission for the woman who feels the ache to return to the sacred intelligence of her body and the ancient feminine mysteries living within her.
This is not performance.
This is remembrance.
From May 27th–31st, @sofiahthom & Temple Body Artists devoted to the path of feminine artistry and sacred embodiment are gathering to share the medicine they have apprenticed within for years.
If your body recognizes this before your mind can explain it, perhaps the Rose 🌹 is already calling you.
You are invited!
Join us by dropping me a 🌹in the comments.
#templebodyartscollective #sacredteachingsofthe🌹
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
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