Sometimes your “defiant” child isn’t a tiny rebel CEO… she’s a fried little nervous system in a too-big world. Because in this house, we don’t call nervous systems “disrespectful.” We call them sacred, sensitive receivers learning how to live in their own skin.
Read MoreMedicine woman Gina kneels in the leaf litter, presses her palms into the earth, and invites everyone to pause. She doesn’t say, “How productive were you today?”
She asks: “How nourished were you today?” Because fecundity is not about constant output.
It’s about being so deeply nourished that growth can happen—when the season is right.
Tulsi sashays in—aromatic, warm, bright. Queen of Soft Power, adaptogen with a wink. She whispers to the vagus: downshift, baby.
Read MoreShe drips in reciprocity, whispers her empires into being with plant medicine + ancestral breathwork, and nourishes herself with the kind of feminine power that makes boardrooms bow and children bloom.
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