I have always loved the liminal spaces.

The places where one thing meets another.

The places where the edges soften.

Every time I was willing to let go of holding myself a little bit more, the couch held me a little bit more.

The couch was always available.

The couch was always capable of holding me.

For many of us, these two truths can feel like they exist in opposition.

Especially if we have spent years abandoning ourselves.

Especially if we have learned to minimize our needs, soften our truth, or make ourselves easier to be with.

When we begin the journey back to ourselves, there can be a powerful awakening that happens.

There are moments in life that become sacred not because we planned them...

But because we were present enough to notice them.

This was one of those moments.

"Every single session has left me feeling seen, supported, and with exactly what I needed. Time and time again, I leave with the messages I've been searching for, even when I didn't know exactly what I needed to hear."

The only light in the room came from my Himalayan salt lamp.

The room was still.

My body was tired.

Not the kind of tired that comes from overworking or pushing through.

A different kind of tired.

I laughed when I read it.

Not because she was wrong.

But because there are so many versions of me that would have received those words very differently.

Energy doesn't lie.

And the conviction she was accessing in that moment felt ancient. It felt like something deeper than excitement or a decision made from the mind. It felt like a remembering.

If you've been in my world for a while, you know that Fully Expressed is not a toe-in-the-water kind of experience.

It's the deep end.

It asks for honesty.

It asks for presence.

It asks for courage.

At this year's Fully Expressed Summer Solstice ceremony, something happened that I haven't been able to stop thinking about.

One of the women in our circle brought her bra to the fire.

At first glance, it may seem insignificant. Maybe even funny.

But what happened next was anything but.