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 MoreBoundaries are the distance where we can love one another simultaneously.
They are the place where emotions are happy and respect is mutual.
Medicine 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 MoreA love letter to the woman with kindness in her heart, reciprocity in her soul, and . confidence in her eyes. You know her. Maybe you are her. She doesn’t need to announce her power—it hums quietly beneath her skin.
Read MoreWhen the lesson plan meets big feelings, executive function isn’t broken—it’s just dysregulated. We don’t push through; we pace through.
Read MoreTea blesses the belly. Tinctures whisper in measured drops. Baths melt armor into velvet. Topicals kiss the edges. Smoke—while risky—can shift mood fast and ceremonial. If inhalation’s your lane, steam or dry-herb vapor is the gentlest path.
Read MoreIn our garden, reciprocity means right relationship: giving and receiving in a rhythm that nourishes everyone involved—child, mama, plant, place.
Read MoreMany of us don’t want a bigger office—we want a slower heartbeat. We crave mornings where we can sip tea without a toddler meltdown syncing to a Slack notification. We want to pick up our kids from school without rushing, to take a family trip without our cortisol as a carry-on.
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.
Read MoreWhen the world feels heavy and your body’s asking for something more than coffee… this isn’t just tea — it’s liquid resilience.
Read MoreTo the mogul with a vision, the CEO raising both empires and Earth-honoring children,
the leader who knows her quarterly reports mean nothing if her soul is running a deficit—
this is for you.
You're not just a CEO. You're the priestess of your own ecosystem. And sometimes, that ecosystem needs 10 minutes under red light and a sip of lemon balm tea.
Read MoreBasil, in Ayurveda, she’s called Tulsi — the "Incomparable One." A plant so revered, it’s considered sacred.
Read MoreOur first healers. Our quiet, chlorophyll-rich elders who know how to regulate, restore, and remind.
Read MoreYou’ve been hustling too hard. Your mind-body-soul are overwhelmed….
Read MoreI’ll be over here, steeping nettle and whispering mantras to my ovaries. Join me?
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