The other day, I caught myself rushing. Again. Scrolling, pushing, planning, crouched over my computer like a moth hypnotized by the glow of the screen, pretending the posture is meditative and not just hunched stress. Because I wanted to finish something before I… until I realized I hadn’t touched the earth or my own heart all day, or sang or laughed or rested or even drank some water for hours. So I stepped outside, barefoot, sat down in the grass and whispered “I love you” into the wind. Not generally or vaguely, but to the parts I still find hard to love. I took a moment to love myself.
Because self-love isn’t just a buzzword or a concept. It’s a commitment.
It isn’t just a mantra, an affirmation, or a dreamy idea floating in a journal.
The sacred feminine isn’t something you worship from afar.
She lives in your breath, your hips, your belly, your voice. She hums through your rituals, however small. She’s something you embody, moment by moment, in every minute of your daily life.
Self-love is something you do.
And more than ever, I believe that it is the doing of it, again and again, in small, sacred moments, that makes all the difference.
It’s not about perfection: it’s about devotion. A return, a remembering, a sacred yes.
For years, I thought I was loving myself if I was being nice in my head, I believed self-love meant writing kind things in my journal, or lighting candles around my bath and hoping the scent would do the healing for me. And yes, those things matter. But they’re only part of the truth.
I believed that healing was something I’d eventually feel, as if love would just land one day like a divine package at my doorstep, as if self-love was a destination I’d finally reach and then… oh then what wouldn’t I accomplish!!
Nope. Self-love didn’t just materialize like a fairy godmother. Self-love didn’t bloom overnight like some enchanted rose.
Love summoned me to get up, to get messy, to paint, to scream, to sing, to walk barefoot on wet grass and breathe deeply under the sky.
Sacred truth: The real magic? It happens when we act.
When we love ourselves in the same way the earth grows flowers: with intention, beauty, and wildness.
When we honor our divine feminine by listening to her wisdom, not just admiring it.
When we treat our body as temple, our breath as offering, our time as sacred.
When we let love move through our hands, our feet, our voices, our breath.
When we choose to return to ourselves again and again, like a priestess returning to her altar.
This is the essence of living a Goddess Life.
Self-love is a practice, not an idea.
It’s a hot cup of tea that you pour for yourself when the day feels like too much.
It’s laying on the earth and watching clouds shift shape when your mind won’t stop spinning.
It’s dancing like a weirdo for one full minute and not apologizing.
It’s putting pen to page and letting yourself want what you want, even when it scares you.
This isn’t the kind of love you earn or arrive to.
It’s the kind you return to. Again and again.
As I come full circle on another trip around the sun (yes, it’s my birthday on May 9th!), I’m here to celebrate how far I’ve come, from surviving to sovereignty…
My journey through healing hasn’t been about fixing myself. It’s been about remembering myself, my wholeness, my radiance, my inner Goddess.
And that remembering takes practice. Not once. Not in theory. But in small, sacred acts, every day.
That’s why I created 30 Days of Goddess Self-Love.
So I’m also here to invite you on a journey. Not back to who you were before the world hurt you. But forward, beyond healing, into something even wilder and deeper. Forward into who you truly are.
Living as the Goddess you are.
Living a Goddess Life.
What does that mean? It means letting love lead. Not the fluffy kind, but the embodied, fierce, daily-kind-of-love.
It means caring for yourself like you would a sacred temple. It means showing up for your heart, your body, your voice, your truth, your spirit. It means giving yourself what you’ve always longed to receive: time, attention, play, peace, power.
That’s why I created 30 Days of Goddess Self-Love; a birthday gift to myself and to you.
A video series of tiny, potent practices you can do, not just think about.
Each one just a few minutes, rooted in the magic of everyday moments, channeled and inspired by 8 Greek Goddess archetypes (and yes, a generous serving of me!), like tiny rituals whispered by the Goddesses themselves.
From art prompts to writing, from grounding rituals to chanting mantras, from sipping tea with intention to staring at the stars with wonder… this is a daily dance with devotion.
🌹 30 short, soulful videos
🌺 Inspired by 8 archetypes of the divine feminine: Gaia, Persephone, Aphrodite, Demeter, Hestia, Artemis, Athena, and Hera
🌿 Practices that engage your voice, your senses, your creativity, your softness, your wildness
You’ll sing. You’ll breathe. You’ll lay on the ground and feel held.
You’ll journal your desires. You’ll chant mantras. You’ll draw flowers, drink tea, gaze at the stars.
You’ll reconnect to the Goddess within you, not in concept, but in sacred practice.
Because self-love isn’t a state you arrive at. It’s a daily return to your essence.
It’s a practice of sacred rebellion in a world that tells you to hustle, numb, and disconnect.
And for my birthday month only, I’m offering the entire experience for33€, a symbolic and magical number of divine femininity.
Let this be your invitation to love yourself like the Goddess you are.
Let every breath, every sip, every touch, every moment of presence become an act of worship.
You don’t need to be fixed. You don’t need to be perfect.
You just need to be willing to show up in love, one divine, messy, beautiful moment at a time.
Blessed be the hands that return to their own heart.
Blessed be the woman who dares to live in devotion.
Blessed be you.
Let’s make love a verb again.
Let’s walk the path of the Goddess, one beautiful, messy, sacred step at a time.
Let’s do self-love.
Voilà.
I believe that is all for today.
I would be so happy to hear from you.
If this spoke to your heart, I’d love for you to share it with a sister, a friend, a fellow Goddess on the path.
I send, as always, love, light and gratitude.
Isaya
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