over the next seven days, I’m going to be taking some time to rest & restore and would love your insights, but first, a little update. i was invited, somewhat last minute, to guide a yoga nidra practice at a beautiful women’s retreat. with everything moving through my heart lately, it felt like A FULL-BODY soul-aligned ‘YES’. while i’m there, i’ll be turning inward. listening. gathering inspiration. allowing space for what wants to emerge next for this community and beyond. you may not hear from me quite as much over the next few days. and i trust you. this space continues because you continue. in the meantime, i gently suggest revisiting the seven-day REST & RESTORE chakra series. move through it slowly. choose the one that calls to you. or begin again from the root and journey upward. and here’s something i’d love to invite… If you were to attend a retreat designed exactly for you… what would it include? more silence? nature walks? deep conversation? long yoga nidras? nervous system workshops? journaling by candlelight? share with me below. i’m listening 😉😉 Connect with you all again soon!

You voted… and I Am Enough is the Yoga Nidra of choice. 🌕 We chose the full moon image. She is whole, luminous, steady. Even when part of her disappears in shadow, nothing about her worth changes. I’ve always felt that three days before and three days after a full or new moon is where the real awareness lives. Not in the peak itself, but in the soft edges around it. A threshold. A noticing. And in eclipse season, especially, this is less about dramatic release or bold manifestation. It is about presence. About being with what is true right now. Physically. Energetically. Emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually. Let yourself simply witness. Consider how far you have come to be here. The version of you who first found this practice. The version of you who almost gave up. The version of you who kept going anyway. You are enough. Let this Yoga Nidra be something you return to again and again. Not only during this cosmic weather, but whenever you forget. Whenever the shadow feels louder than the light. 🌕 SHARE 🌕 For those of you who completed the 28 days, or did your very best to show up, I would love to hear what resonated most. What shifted? What surprised you? And if you feel called to go deeper, our VIP Supporter spaces are open. It is only $22 USD rn. No contract. No commitment. You can cancel or rejoin anytime. Your membership supports this offering and quite literally helps bring my dreams to life so I can continue creating spaces for peace and rest. If this work has supported you, that is one beautiful way to support it back. I AM ENOUGH | 25 MINUTES Thank you for being here. Thank you for trusting my pure and expansive dream to bring you peace in rest.

Over the last 27 days, I’ve been quietly experimenting. One practice in the morning on my couch or mat. One short one in the afternoon on my mat. One at night in my bed. And much has shifted but something fascinating... My dreams have become more vivid, textured, and alive. After years of practicing with structure, I’ve developed the capacity to self-guide. That capacity was built through dicipline and devotion. When I let the practice unfold from the inside rather than follow a script. A few nights ago, I sat for what felt like fifteen minutes in the liminal space petting my cat, Biggie, who passed away. It was probably closer to two. But time didn’t matter. I could feel the texture of his fur, freshly trimmed from the groomers. I could see his little pom-pom tail. Feel his weight. The warmth. I hold both joy and loss as I share this. It was so special be beyond the veil. In another session, I had the lucid awareness of a dragon gently extracting the pain from my heart. Strange? Yes. Symbolic? Absolutely. Healing? Without question. These experiences live somewhere between imagination and memory. Between conscious and unconscious. Between worlds. And I want to be clear. I’m not speaking about this in a mystical, untethered way. I’m speaking about the nervous system. The dreamscape is one of the places the psyche metabolizes what the waking mind cannot. When we practice regularly, especially in the morning and at night, we begin to build a bridge into that liminal space. Lucid. Soft. Receptive. It can feel like a vacation. Like stepping into another realm where repair happens quietly. Where the heart gets tended to without force. This last month, as I’ve been repairing my own heart, this devotion to the practice has been supporting me in ways I didn’t anticipate. There is something powerful about unlocking the dream body. About befriending the space between wakefulness and sleep. If you are feeling called to deepen your practice and go beyond... this is the season.

Today wasn’t a “push through it” kind of day. It was a “lie down and listen” kind of day. As the practice unfolded, I felt something shift. Like clouds parting without effort. That light we forget about? Still there. 🤩 This one is perfect for your morning resetor your nighttime exhale. Inner Radiance | 49 Minutes Free Membership ✨ Premium or VIP Supporters SHARE BELOW | If your reflection could speak, what would it remind you about your inner radiance? 🪩 Join VIP for Exclusive Nova Nidra Recordings Every Month

This week, I have been overly invested in the viral story of Punch, the monkey, going around. If you haven't seen yet, Punch is a baby Japanese macaque at the Ichikawa City Zoo in Japan who became a global internet sensation after a heartbreaking start to life. Here’s the story in a nutshell: - Punch’s mother rejected him soon after birth.. something that left him without the most fundamental source of comfort and security every infant primate depends on. 💔 - Zookeepers gave him a large stuffed orangutan plushie as a form of comfort and support. Punch clings to it constantly, carrying it like a lifeline. 🧸 This image is the moment that cracked people’s hearts worldwide. - Since joining the other macaques, Punch has been trying to figure out where he fits. He’s been pushed away. Bullied. Excluded. - And in between the hard moments, there are glimpses: an older macaque tolerating him nearby, one even taking time to groom him. Punch is in that messy middle space: not fully outside anymore, not fully secure yet either. And maybe that’s why we can’t look away. Because so many of us are in our own version of that phase: • New job • New community • Healing after rejection • Rebuilding trust • Trying again after being pushed out There’s something deeply human about watching this small little creature keep choosing connection - trying to fit in. Brave, sweet Punch. If you’re in your own integration season and it's feeling awkward, uncertain, hopeful.. you can take this as your reminder: sometimes finding our place takes time. 🐒✨ Anyone else weirdly obsessed with Punch this week? Or just me haha?