It was a sticky summer night in the middle of July. Outside the sky was clear, full of stars, and the moon was shining brightly with a halo of silver. Inside the club, there was music, the sound of voices, glasses clinking, people toasting, smells of different colognes. Plenty of noise. My life was made of noise.
If you would have told me in my teens or even college that I would be engrossed in the spiritual community, helping womb-en reclaim their sacred sexual power, unleash their divine feminine magic, unshackle themselves from trauma, and heal their yoni’s holistically, I would have laughed right in your face!