🌿 Reclaiming My Feminine Energy

During my holiday, I attended a dance retreat. But rather than just dancing, I found myself focusing on grounding, meditation, and finding the true voice of my heart through movement.

By the end of the first week, my heart whispered a few clear intentions — and one of them was this:to let my feminine energy breathe again.

For most of my life, I’ve lived in a state of survival. Growing up, I didn’t always feel safe or protected, so I learned to be strong — fiercely independent, endlessly responsible, always in control. (Familiar? Yes — it’s a trauma response.)

Even after becoming a mum, I couldn’t escape that pattern. With my children’s high care needs, self-reliance became my default survival mode. I built a life around doing it all myself, believing that safety came from independence.

I even built a career out of that same drive — and while I’m deeply grateful that this journey led me to a path of helping others, I can now see how my lived experience became both my strength and my armour. It worked… for a while — until burnout hit, both at home and at work.

In that armour of competence, I lost touch with something softer — the part of me that longed to simply be a woman. The part that wanted to rest, to receive, to feel held.

Deep inside, there’s still a little girl who craves the safety of being protected — of leaning into the warmth of a strong, grounded masculine presence.

For years, I silenced her. I told myself:

“You don’t need anyone. You are the protector. You are the provider. You are enough.”

And while those words carried strength, they also carried exhaustion — and denied my own needs as a woman.

At the retreat, I began to remember.Through stillness, dance, surrender, and deep inner work, I felt my own softness stir again — a slow, tender awakening.

I realised that true strength isn’t about doing everything alone.It’s about connection.It’s about communication, asking, and allowing.It’s about balance.

Feminine energy isn’t weakness — it’s flow, intuition, creation, and connection.It’s the gentle force that nurtures, attracts, and restores.Masculine energy — when healthy — protects, provides structure, and anchors that flow.

I’ve spent decades embodying the masculine — leading, organising, protecting, achieving.But now, I’m learning to trust the feminine — to let it move through me unapologetically, without guilt.

To dance without controlling the rhythm.To speak without rehearsing the words.To love without guarding my heart.To be vulnerable without fearing the loss of control.

I’m learning that I don’t have to choose one or the other — both energies live within me.Just like these photos, I’m allowing people to see both the grounded strength of my masculine side and the sensual softness of my feminine being — letting them coexist, in harmony.

This journey isn’t about becoming someone new.It’s about remembering who I’ve always been — before the fear, before the armour.

💫 Strong, yet soft. Whole, yet open. Independent, yet willing to receive.

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