02/17/2026
In New Orleans, we don’t mask to hide. We mask to be seen.
Today is Mardi Gras. The streets are a riot of color, the brass is loud, and the air is thick with the spirit of the “Great Refusal.”
When I moved here from LA, I thought I was coming for a change of scenery. I didn’t realize I was coming for an initiation.
In my “old life,” I wore the mask of the Golden Child. It was a mask of competence, of endless capacity, of being the “Brave Child” who never needed a hand. It was a heavy mask, but it was the only one my lineage recognized.
Then, New Orleans whispered: “Who are you when you aren’t being useful? Who are you when sickness slowly wipes away the YOU you once knew?”
This city doesn’t ask you to be reasonable. It doesn’t ask you to be “productive.” It demands that you be authentic. It encourages a kind of free living that is a direct threat to the “Fixer” identity.
Living here taught me that my joy is not “disobedient”—it is my Sovereign right. I learned that I could be a Psychotherapist and a woman who dances in the street. I learned that my “Clinical Spine” is even stronger when it’s crowned in a neon colored wig.
Authenticity is the ability to walk through the world as your own Origin Point, unrocked by the expectations of the crowd.
The Sovereign Circle is filling more quickly than I planned. I am taking women who are ready to trade their “Duty” for their “Masterpiece.”
If you’re ready to finally show your true face, the gate is open.
Link in bio to join the Circle. We begin soon.
