It’s Human Design, lived—not as a content calendar or morning routine, but as a full-body experiment. One where breakthroughs arrive mid-wave, where parenting intersects with shadow work, and where clarity sometimes sounds like a sigh, not a sermon.

Here, spirituality is laced with sarcasm. Parenting is present—but inconsistent. And healing?
She doesn’t always wear white. Sometimes she wears yesterday’s clothes and needs a minute in the pantry before she can access the wisdom.

This is a space for the sacred and the sweaty. The mystical and the messy.
Because living your design isn’t an aesthetic—it's an unraveling. A remembering. A slow return to the truth that was always there, humming beneath the noise.