My Story with Dance

Since I was 3, I have always been immersed in enchanting inner worlds of dance. As a child, I was always drawn to dance as form of expressing wildness and deep joy. Dance is an expansive garden that allows me to connect to the divine.

Dance is dancing with my inner flowers & energies as well as dancing with the plants and flowers outside of me, it is honoring the playfulness of the elements. It is surrendering to the tasty, blissful, sensual, and vulnerable sensations sitting in my sacral, in the heart chakra, to all sensations in the body that have a song, a rhythm, soulful movement to express. It is merging with my femme ancestar's deep reverence for the subtle and potent currents of energy that vibrate in our footprint, in our life, inside us, around us, in the leaves, the wind, and the gardens.

I continued to revel in the performance arts until age 18 until I experienced emotional blockages and depression in my creative process. I was struggling with internalized oppression and was experiencing a lot in my journey of coming out to my parents as queer in my early twenties.

During these years of blockages, I felt anxious to perform again and started judging my expressions, stopped trusting the wisdom, the wildness, & power of my dancing and eroticism, I struggled with expressing and embracing the rawness and passion of my dancing and emanating my authentic sensuality. 

In my mid-twenties is when this started to change, when started my journey with herbalism and other healing work. I became activated by the flowers. By flower essences in my classes at Ancestral Apothecary. The energy of flowers helped me remember what I felt disconnected from. Working with them allowed me to be present with the emotions that were arising and enter a space of alchemy, transformation, compassion, deep healing, and shedding. 

Eventually as I continued to build a connection To herbalism and my creative wellspring, my relationship to sensuality deepened and became more spiritual and more creative. I felt inspired to create again. To dance rawly again. To activate my sensuality. To activate and taste my joy and pleasure. Grateful for the flowers and all that they have taught me.