Mana Flow Collective

A few weeks ago, I made a decision, a deep, embodied choice to step into my dreams more fully.

To expand Mana Flow Collective in a way that ripples across the nation, serving community on a greater scale. To become more visible, more proactive and to embody confidence and authenticity in my leadership.

So I decided to open the container and invited a breathwork facilitator to co-lead the Full Moon gathering I’ve been holding for years.

The very next day... I fell flat on my face.
The moment I chose to rise, all the protective beliefs and old contracts I’ve carried, not just in this lifetime, but many, came rushing to the surface. Self-doubt, inferiority, that old “not good enough” story. It was like being swallowed by a fog of irrational thoughts.

There I was, questioning everything: “Why did I put myself in this? Why didn’t I just stay small and avoid this discomfort?”

All day, I was holding space for the unraveling. Witnessing what was coming up to be transmuted. It didn’t feel good, but I knew it was part of the unlayering. Part of the initiation.

And still… I didn’t arrive on the other side before ceremony began. When we opened the space, I had zero words. My mind went blank. The flow I’ve known for years disappeared. It felt so strange, so vulnerable.

Afterward, the emotional wave continued, embarrassment, defeat, hiding, second guessing everything, even my mission. But I stayed with it. I didn’t abandon myself.

And then something shifted.

After two days of sitting with the emotion, not bypassing or suppressing, it became a bridge. That fog became clarity. The darkness showed me exactly what I no longer want to carry so that I could lean more fully into what I do want.

I made a decision. A real one. One I could feel in my bones.

I am choosing to play full on, even when it’s messy, even when it doesn’t look like I imagined. I am trusting that the universe will continue to reflect back opportunities for me to rise into the woman, the leader, the force I came here to be.

This experience was both humbling and catalytic. And I am grateful for it.

Mana Rising | Full Moon Gathering | Nov 5 🌕✨

Under the light of the full moon, we gather to ground, release, and realign. Through ceremony, sound, and movement, we reconnect to the Earth and each other.

What to Expect:

🌕 Scorpio Full Moon Ritual

✨Transmuting Pain into Purpose

🎶 Sound Healing + breath work

💞 Heart-Centered Community

🔥 Fire Ceremony

📍 Coal Creek Canyon

📅 Tues, Nov 5 | 6-9PM

💫 Donation-Based | All Welcome

📩 PM to reserve your spot

Come as you are. Leave illuminated. 🌙

Today in my yoga flow, I set the intention to cultivate more self-love, space, grace, and joy.
As I moved through my practice, I imagined filling my body with light and love. Letting it pour into every cell, every breath. Then, a belief surfaced that surprised me, “Joy is disruptive.”

I paused.
I breathed.
I created space for this thought to rise without judgment.

It brought me back, all the way to junior high. I remembered how I used to be in the classroom: bold, loud, and unapologetically expressive. I disrupted lectures, made classmates laugh, and commanded attention. There was joy in that disruption, a kind of rebellion against the rigidity of the system. But of course, that behavior had consequences. I got in trouble. I was labeled. And slowly, beliefs began to form about myself, about authority, about how and when it was “appropriate” to express joy.

Today, I meet that younger version of myself with compassion.
The child who wanted to play.
Who wanted to express.
Who refused to buy into the quiet conformity of a classroom that stifled her spirit.
She wasn’t trying to be “bad.”
She was trying to be alive.

And now, 20 years later, I realize that somewhere along the way, I internalized the belief that joy, true, unfiltered, expressive joy was disruptive, and therefore not safe. But this belief no longer serves me. In fact, it restricts me.

So today, I choose to transmute it.
To rewrite the story. To reclaim joy not as disruption, but as truth. As vitality. As an essential part of who I am.

It’s fascinating what surfaces when we slow down enough to listen to what’s still living inside us, to what’s ready to be released, and to the parts of ourselves that no longer need to be tamed.

I’m grateful for the space to witness and alchemize what was, so I can make room for what wants to be.

More freedom, more joy, more me.