How do I access the daily breathwork session?

What are you disregarding because you're too busy listening to the noise? @Tammy Feltner guided this session into the space between distraction and awareness — clearing out the overthinking, old voices, pressure, and things that may no longer be yours to carry so you can hear what's actually coming from within. This journey is an invitation to create space for the version of you that's already emerging. You don't need to know the whole path or have the grand plan. Sometimes it's simply about quieting what's in the way, trusting yourself, and listening for the next step. Click HERE to tune into the replay. If you joined us live, we'd love to hear what came up for you. Drop a comment below. 🌿

@Karine Larocque and @Tammy Feltner - this is what came out of me after your session I didn’t choose the session. The Universe shifted the current beneath my morning and carried me straight into it. The moment the breath began, I felt the tide inside me turn. Old tensions rose like foam, the small irritations of the week dissolving as the body cracked open in places I’d been holding too tightly. Then trust arrived — not gentle, but feral, a widening in my chest that felt like moonlight on water, a reminder that the Universe had placed me exactly where I needed to be. And in that widening, she appeared: the Queen of the Dragon Wing — the higher self who moves with tide and shadow, who leans and rises with the ocean’s teaching, who remembers the magic I forget when I brace against the day. Energy gathered back into my vessel. Perspective expanded — from micro to macro, from gripping to flowing, from resisting to riding. The message was clear: Trust the wave. Trust the pull. Trust the timing. The Universe is speaking, and I am finally listening. Who am I going to be? The one who rides the tide instead of fearing it. The one who moves like Dragon Wing in moonlit water. The one who lets the New Moon carve her into alignment. Today, the Universe delivered me. And I let myself be carried.

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I walked into my latest somatic breathwork session carrying the kind of truth that hums under the skin. The guide asked questions that felt less like prompts and more like spells unlocking old doors. The first one hit like a blade: “I am consumed by my weakness physically and in relation to others.” That’s what rose from my body — not my mind. Raw. Unfiltered. Ancient. The breath intensified, and the next question came: “Where are you isolated?” The answer wasn’t about loss — it was about clarity. My awakening isolates me. Seeing my own patterns stretches me away from people who still live inside their narrow lenses. Then the breath built again — louder, hotter, more primal. The guide asked: “Who do you want to be?” And fear surged first: I want to live forever. Not in flesh — in vitality, in mobility, in the ability to live fully without being held down by age, weight, or hesitation. And right on the heels of that fear, the inner critic attacked — sharp, cruel, familiar. The voice that tells old stories about my body, my habits, my worth. The voice that tries to collapse my lens with the filter of shame. The voice that drowns out the ancient wisdom of my body trying to rise. Only after the fear, after the inner critic, after the collapse, did my truth finally land: Acceptance is the key to my freedom. Acceptance of all of me. Acceptance as rebellion. Downregulation softened everything. The next question arrived like a warm hand on the shoulder: “What do you love about yourself?” The truth rose clean: I endure, I cut through, my fire answers to no one. Only then — in the calmer rounds, as I watch the colors spiral into yin‑yang shapes as my system settles — did my future self step forward. Her message was simple and exact: I want to move without judgment from self or others. That was her truth. Her definition of freedom. To be the BAD ASS that I am — there is no fear to hold me back. Because fear is just the inner critic pretending to be prophecy. I rose from that session remembering something old and sharp: