03/02/2026
***Vulnerability Post***
As a child, there were truths that lived in me before language.
They did not arrive as thoughts.
They arrived as sensation,
a tightening in the belly,
a warmth across the chest,
a quiet inner yes or no that pulsed through my small body like a private constellation.
I could not explain how I knew.
But my nervous system knew.
My bones knew.
Then life happened.
Trauma taught my body to armor.
Hypervigilance replaced wonder.
The channel narrowed.
The part of me that once listened through skin and breath learned instead to scan for danger.
Cortisol grew louder than intuition.
Survival became the primary language.
And yet,
beneath the vigilance, something ached.
A subtle grief for a frequency I could no longer access.
I felt the absence of something sacred but had no words for what had gone quiet.
Now, in the softness of Reiki,
I remember.
When the body feels safe,
it opens.
When the heart softens,
it receives.
Intuition is not something we acquire.
It is something that flows when the channel is clear, when the vagus nerve hums in safety,
when the breath lengthens,
when the guard rests.
Being armored kept my higher calling at bay,
not because it left,
but because I could not hear it over the alarm.
Reiki feels like dew returning to parched earth.
Like my cells remembering their original design.
Like the child in me stepping forward again,
not to survive,
but to sense.
I do not yet know where this part of my path leads.
But I know this,
The body is no longer at war with itself.
The channel is softening.
The current is moving.
And I am willing to follow where it flows.
Thank you to my Reiki Master for showing me the embodiment of grace and Quan Yin
for supporting all my Aries manifesting-generator visions
for creating a space where all parts of me get to radiate
for allowing a new facilitator to grow in your sacred space
and for teaching me how to integrate my witchy and professional identities
Lastly to all my clients who have experienced my evolution, thank you for trusting me on your journeys.
