A Way of Standing
On self-attunement, visible initiation, and embodied becoming
At the turn of this year, I found myself remembering a way of standing.
Not a posture.
Not a role.
Not a title.
A way of standing inside myself.
This past year has not been about arrival.
It has been about learning how to walk faithfully in a knowing I already carry—even when it forgets itself for a moment.
I am explicitly holding a few threads now, and letting them guide how I show up, how I teach, and how I serve:
Self-attunement over self-explanation
Initiation made visible, not performed
Standing inside oneself, rather than reaching outward for permission
Priestess embodiment without over-exposure
This is not about being seen.
It is about being inhabited.
Meeting from the Inside
More and more, I am committed to meeting others from inside my own sovereignty—not from justification, not from defense, not from explaining myself into safety.
There is a language that emerges when we stop performing our becoming and instead live it.
A language that supports embodiment rather than branding.
Becoming rather than arrival.
The shift has been subtle on the outside—and unmistakable on the inside.
The Turning of the Year
This New Year's Eve mattered deeply to me.
I closed a long chapter of my life at the yoga studio with heart and integrity, even when doing so required facing old karma and uncomfortable edges.
I stepped more fully into self-trust and nervous system safety with who I am, not who I was trained to be.
And I led ceremony.
I sang.
I allowed light language to move through me.
Something ended—not dramatically, but definitively:
the identity of someone who does not sing in public,
and an older pattern of holding back my voice to stay safe.
This wasn’t performance.
It was initiation made visible.
Taking Stock Without Harshness
As the year closed, I reflected on what went well and what was hard.
Both lists were long.
There were accomplishments I allowed myself to actually feel.
There were teachings—earned honestly—that showed me where I can step forward with clarity rather than self-judgment.
And there was pride.
Not pride as inflation.
Pride as recognition.
I looked back over a year that held my mother’s decline and death.
A body that stayed present through grief.
A heart that kept choosing integrity.
And further back still—a life that once nearly didn’t continue.
I haven’t arrived.
But I am still here.
And I am walking differently now.
Frequency, Not Finish Lines
What I carry now feels less like an identity and more like a frequency—one I can hold a little more steadily each day.
A remembering of how to walk as the “it” I am now.
Not fixed.
Not finished.
But faithful.
This work is not about presenting a perfected self.
It is about walking in coherence with what has already initiated me.
And my hope, especially at the turn of the year,
is to serve and support others who are standing at their own thresholds.
Not by telling them who to be.
Not by rushing them forward.
But by reminding them—quietly, clearly—that they already know how to stand.
Stance shapes frequency.
Frequency shapes form.
And form becomes the future.
May this year meet you not with pressure to arrive, but with permission to stand.