From the glittering chaos of Manhattan showrooms to the path of feminine embodiment, this is the story of how one unforgettable New York summer revealed something unexpected.

Spilling the tea on what actually happened during my personal Womb Awakening journey.

“One day, I’ll be telling my babies about this time.” I’m deep in conversation with a loved one, reflecting on this chapter and what  it will be like to look back one day.

Last year was a chrysalis year in my life. A time out of time, where a million things happened — and also slow, seemingly infinite pauses, as if life was suspended in another time-space.

I want to share a really powerful, magical idea with you that has been a guiding light on my own soul journey. It all starts with a personal story I’m sharing for the first time…

Some stories need time to be told, as they steep and infuse our deepest being for months or years. This is one of them for me. I’d been journeying with Sophia for about a year, as she came to me in visions and shamanic journeys. Now, I knew she was calling, physically.

If these times mark the re-emergence of the sacred feminine, they also herald the return of the benevolent, sensual magician, and his marvelous generative, alchemical capacities in service to life.

For my birthday, we set off for an adventure I'd been dreaming of for years. When I first came to Bali in 2016, I heard of a small village nestled in the mountains, across a lake and only accessible by boat, where a mystical tree stood, under which the villagers kept their dead.

When I was 17, I met a Buddhist monk who changed my life. I was in the middle of an enormous heartbreak, so devastating it seemed I would never recover. My family and I were invited to a weekend meditation retreat in the countryside, under the guidance of this monk.

My biggest initiation has been to let my red river flow. To accept to lose friends, lovers, validation, and safety in the process. To let go of money, status, 'fitting in’, and of a secure path that society can recognize and praise.

Three years ago I sat in a car on the side of the road feeling like I was dying. I was driving cross country after leaving a love I thought could never end. A hell ride of a trauma-bonded love myth that had awakened every forgotten piece of my soul, my essence, my sexuality and dreams of union.