What if the aliveness you’re seeking has been within you all along?

A couple of weeks ago, I revisted poems I’d written in previous eras of my life. Eras where I lived in lush jungles, or in thriving cities, surrounded by a compendium of inspiration. And oof, it felt alive. I felt alive reading them. They carried an essence I haven’t touched in a while, and I wondered if I’d perhaps lost.

Moving back to Hawai’i isn’t what most imagine.

For me, it’s intergenerational responsibility. It’s caring for elders, reintegrating with a culture unlike the independent ones I once danced in, and

expanding my capacity to be present amidst the generational chaos of lives that lacked the privilege of self-cultivation- where survival left no room for rhythm, ease, or ritual.

And as I was writing my first FEMME Frequency drop, I realized it lacked the texture of my writing from years yonder. Even when I reread my newsletter, the one detailing the events around my mom’s death, I noticed the staccato – the lack of nuance, direction, flow, and richness.

What’s missing?

My previous writings were rich because I lived a life of ceremony. Because I curated my world around desire.

But here’s the truth:

ceremony doesn’t only live in jungles or in thriving cities. It lives in me.

The invitation now is to awaken the infinite resourcefulness already flowing through my being. To live a life that’s rich from the inside-out. I’ve stabilized my nervous system amidst the demands of caring for a family that came before me, of burning through our generational patterns in real time, and now, I get to celebrate the rasa: the nectar and juiciness of life. I get to pull a tea bowl from my shelf, pour hot water, and sip as I watch tea leaves dance. I get to dance with sexy AF salsa trainers five minutes from my door.

I get to immerse in rituals that nourish my soul.

I get to let the elements guide me home to my heart. I get to gather with feminine-led entrepreneurs in Denver next week, women living unapologetically and stretching into their infinity. I get to lean into the infinite spaciousness that lingers in my soul. I get to let the tears flow for the true grace this life has given me, that I can dance in the muck and the flame as much as in the flowing waters. That I get to taste the sweet freedom of possibility amidst the contractions. That I get to act like the universe is obsessed with my expansion, because it only ever is. I get to live a life that inspires me because I decided it gets to be so. YOUR REMINDER If you’re feeling a lack of inspiration in your life, let this be a reminder that you get to flirt and date yourself back into aliveness.

Want to feel like you’re living an Italian summer? Buy the tiramisu, wear the summer dress, watch an Italian romance.

Want to remember what it’s like to feel alive in your body again? Close the door, light some candles, and drop into a breast massage (use my video for inspo!).

Your aliveness isn’t waiting for you in some faraway place or time. It’s here, now- in your breath, your body, your rituals- your choices. You get to romance yourself back to life. And when you do, the whole world not only gets to feel richer- you get to meet yourself, get lit on your own vibes, and be surprised by your own magic.