The heroine’s journey is not only a story I tell, but a story I have lived. Its descent and ascent have been carved into my own body, my heart, my soul through veils falling, crowns stripped away, the underworld gates opening. These are not just symbols, but moments that broke me open and remade me.

To speak of being free to be She, we must first acknowledge the places where She has not felt free at all. The feminine carries wounds as old as time itself. Wounds that live not only in our personal stories but in our ancestral lines, our soul histories, and the collective feminine field.

Welcome to this portal of remembrance with me and the deepening of this journey together. You are entering this gateway now with a steady step and self-loving pace