Pivot To Purpose

I want to name my interpretation of the difference between anger and sacred rage.

I have experienced both, and held deep space for both to unfold, as I began my journey, I yelled, screamed and cried into the trees and earth that held me and seen me more than people did, as I began to work my anger and express my frustrations with safety, I felt seen in my sacred rage by people, and began neglecting the part of me that still needed to yell, scream and cry, because I began walking the path of "love and light".

And with the state of the world, and my work and knowledge within the oppression of bodily autonomy.
I want to create spaces where its the sacred rage and healing of this collective wound that I need and want support in building.

And of course with love and light always being the driving force to this release. 🙃 cause that will naturally bring laughter. Community and conversations around dismantling our own judgments on our bodily autonomy. Reclaiming our voices and bodies with confidence, not performance.

For me, anger is something the body recognizes before the mind does. It arrives as heat, as tightening, as a sudden no in the chest or the gut. It rises when something hurts, when something feels unsafe, when a line has been crossed.

Anger moves fast. It wants relief, release, resolution now. And when it isn’t met with care or containment, it can turn sharp or scattered, spilling outward or folding inward, leaving us flooded rather than heard.

Anger itself is not the problem. It’s a signal. But without grounding, without witness, it can pull us away from our center instead of guiding us back to it.

Sacred rage comes from a deeper place of knowing
It is what happens when anger is listened to instead of unleashed.

When the body is allowed to speak and the nervous system is allowed to stay. Sacred rage knows why it’s here. It rises when something precious needs protecting truth, dignity, autonomy, life.

It does not rush. It does not need to destroy to be powerful. It is held in reverence, shaped with intention, and guided by care for both self and collective.

Sacred rage doesn’t ask us to explode, it asks us to stand. The difference is not how strong the feeling is, but whether we are being carried by it, or consciously carrying it forward.

My time at the She Is Wild Festival felt like a deep exhale I didn’t know I’d been holding. Surrounded by land, laughter, music, and bodies moving in truth, I was reminded what it means to belong without performance.

There was a rawness in the way stories were shared, a tenderness in the silences, and a wild devotion to being fully alive exactly as we are. Each moment whether in conversation, ceremony, or simple presence, wove me back into myself.

I left feeling softer, braver, and more rooted, carrying the echo of collective courage and untamed joy long after the festival ended.

Last call to apply to be a vendor/facilitator at SHE IS WILD 2026! 💜

BC - July 9-12th / Boston Bar
AB - August 20-23rd / Drayton Valley

✨️ Are you interested in volunteering? ✨️
We are still accepting volunteers for both the BC and Alberta festivals.

Find tickets and applications on our website and linked above in our bio!

-Arielle, Lead Photographer & Team Member

To my dear Sovereign Body

I speak from a body that may or may not carry a womb, but carries knowing. A body that has been renamed by others and renamed itself back into truth.

This is not womanhood as ownership. Not biology as a border. Not birthright as a gate. This is embodiment as relationship with breath, with choice, with the quiet authority, if I decide.

Some of us bleed. Some of us never have. Some of us were told our bodies disqualified us from reverence.
Some of us were taught to disappear to be allowed to stay.

Consent is not anatomy. Sovereignty is not assigned at birth. Sacred does not check chromosomes before entering a room.

For those with wombs, your inner world is not a public utility. Your cycles are not explanations. Your pain is not mythology. For trans men, trans masculine,
and non-binary bodies with wombs, your knowing is not erased by transition.

Your body is not a contradiction. Your relationship with yourself is not up for debate.

For trans women and transfeminine bodies, your womanhood is not borrowed. Your softness is not imitation. Your strength is not performative.

This body however it has changed, however it will change is a sovereign land
with living borders. Consent lives in how we touch ourselves, how we speak to our reflection, how we let others enter or not.

Reverence is not who we include. It is how we listen.
I do not speak for all bodies. I speak from mine and leave space for yours to answer in its own language.

Written by Bodhi,
Your Non binary Q***r womyn servicing all humans who want to heal at the soul level, and are ready to make the jump from living and playing within the spirit realm, and holding on to sacred rage, to a place where your whole self releases together with the support of all those whom feel called.

Please DM me for event updates! This next one is going to shatter your illusions. 🕊🙏✨️ in a sacred safe space ✨️ and container held by myself and a few others.