When two different practitioners told me the same thing—that my body is releasing ancestral trauma and the wounded feminine—it finally made sense. The rashes, emotions, exhaustion, and clarity weren’t symptoms of weakness, but signs of deep lineage repair. This season of boundary-setting, truth-telling, and self-honoring isn’t rebellion. It’s restoration. It’s where the cycle ends.

When we speak of chakras, we often focus on the seven primary energy centers along the spine. But what if the body holds deeper, more hidden stories—ones that live in the joints? The elbows, knees, hips, shoulders, ankles, hands, and feet are more than mechanical structures. They are energetic hinges, sacred spaces where emotion, memory, and movement converge. These joint chakras are where the body absorbs what the voice cannot say, where the soul braces against burden, and

One year into my loc journey, I’ve learned that growth isn’t always linear—it’s lived-in, tangled, and beautifully slow. These dreadlocks, formed by intention and patience, have become more than a hairstyle. They are strands of healing, roots of remembrance, and a crown of becoming. Through each twist and tighten, I’ve been learning to trust the process—of hair, of spirit, of self.