The Return to Ritual

This year has been doing the most — and not in a good way. And if you're anything like me, you’ve been feeling it in your body.

To be honest, I haven’t been steaming.
Not because I forgot. Not because it stopped working. But because life got so heavy, even the rituals I love most — the ones that keep me soft and lush — started to feel unreachable.

I was tired. Overwhelmed. Holding too much. Settling for too little. But this morning, I decided that I steaming.

Just me, my herbs, and the intention to come back home to myself.

If you’ve been feeling it too, the quiet urge to soften what’s been holding tight, to care for your womb like the sacred space it is — this is your invitation to begin again.
No performance.
No pressure.
Just presence.

Your body is still sacred.
Your rest is still radical.
Your pleasure is still yours.

This post was supposed to be about the ritual.
But it’s also about the pause that came before it.

The pause where I kept saying, “I need to steam,”
but couldn’t find the stillness to make it happen.
The pause where my body was calling me back
and I was just… not ready yet.

Now I am.
And I’m letting the return be soft.

✨ One intention.
✨ One yoni steam made with love.
✨ One song on repeat.

There may be more to say about the pause — maybe in another post. But for now, this is where I am. And if you’re here too, welcome back.

And just in case you were interested, this is the song on repeat:

🎵 Fear When You Fly by Cleo Sol