I’m reaching out to the women who feel it —
the quiet tug that something is off.
The rhythm’s gone uneven.
The spark, dimmed.
The current, stalled somewhere deep inside.
I’m reaching out to the women who feel it —
the quiet tug that something is off.
The rhythm’s gone uneven.
The spark, dimmed.
The current, stalled somewhere deep inside.
I *love* the idea of seeking aliveness. Aliveness that comes from a place of wholeness, beauty, liberation, and a sense of possibility.
I *love* the idea of seeking aliveness. Aliveness that comes from a place of wholeness, beauty, liberation, and a sense of possibility.