02/10/2026
I am a beacon of “Heart-fired feminine love and rest for structural and systemic ancestral reparation”. 🔥
These are the words that came to me during a recent retreat with M C Joseph
And honestly, they stopped me in my tracks.
Because when I look back at the work I have been doing for so many years; nursing, mental health, breathwork, trauma, ancestral work, anti-racism, anti-oppression, working with individuals, groups and communities, and I can see that this has been underneath it all.
Remembering.
🔥Remembering who we are underneath everything we have been taught to be.
🔥Remembering the parts of ourselves we have had to silence to survive.
🔥Remembering our bodies.
🔥Our stories.
🔥Our ancestors.
🔥Our connection to each other.
And I say this as a Jane Doe too.
I am not outside of this work. I have had to find my own way back to myself. I have had to learn that constantly coping isn’t the same as being well.
🤍That resilience can sometimes become another word for just keep going.
🤍That rest isn’t laziness.
🤍That being heard can change something.
🤍And that we don’t have to abandon ourselves to belong.
When I talk about feminine love, I don’t mean women, I mean the parts of all of us that have been devalued by systems built around productivity, domination and extraction. Including the ability to receive, listen, feel, nurture, rest, be connected and human.
Ancestral reparation, for me, is about becoming conscious of what has travelled through us. The wounds, the survival strategies, the silence, the disconnection and asking:
What can stop with me?
What can be reclaimed through me?
This is why Liminal Connections exists.
Not to fix people.
Not to tell people how to live.
But to create spaces where people can breathe, remember, be heard and begin to reclaim their own liberation.
Women.
Men.
All of us.
Because I believe we all deserve the opportunity to come home to ourselves, and just maybe that’s the work I am here to do. To be a beacon for heart-fired feminine love, rest and ancestral reparation, while remembering that I am still on the journey too.
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