The spaces below don’t push. They meet you exactly where you are — regulated, raw, or somewhere in between.
And they hold you there.
Long enough for your system to stop bracing, for your breath to start speaking, and for your truth to rise — not in a rush, but in rhythm.
From that place, the work begins.
Gently. Lastingly.
Not as a breakthrough to chase, but as a deep, integrated homecomingto the part of you that never left —only quieted.