How I’m Rewiring My Nervous System for Spaciousness and Abundance

There’s a certain kind of ache that creeps in when the body is forced to stop… and the mind refuses to follow.

Recently, I injured myself and had to pause my former work. A forced break that should have felt like a gift. But instead of basking in the open space, I noticed something strange. My calendar began filling with new tasks. Appointments. Errands. Catch-ups. Creative projects. Even so-called “rest” was meticulously scheduled and subtly performative.

It hit me like a whisper I’d been ignoring:

My nervous system is addicted to busy.

 Even in stillness, my nervous system finds a way to do.

And of course she does. For most of my life, I’ve equated movement with meaning. Like many women raised in a productivity-obsessed culture, I learned to feel valuable when I was useful. Desired when I was responsive. Safe when I was achieving.

But the truth is… that pattern doesn’t lead to true abundance. It leads to depletion dressed up as purpose.

We attract what our nervous system is familiar with.

So if we want to attract spaciousness, we must become safe in space.

If we want to attract overflow, we must become unhooked from the compulsion to earn it.

This is the re-patterning I’m living into now. Not just in theory, but in practice.

Inspired by my Tantra teachers, I’ve made a simple but radical vow:

One honeymoon day a week.

A full day where I date my inner spaciousness.

No work. No planning. No striving.

Just soft mornings, barefoot wandering, long baths, stretching into nothingness.

Sometimes I write. Sometimes I dance. Sometimes I stare at the ceiling and feel the ache of not being needed. And sometimes I cry, because the quiet is unfamiliar, and sacred.

I’m teaching my body that she doesn’t have to do anything to deserve tenderness.

I’m unlearning urgency.

I’m unwinding from the grasp of the to-do list.

I’m allowing presence to feel pleasurable again.

And slowly, the external begins to mirror the internal.

Clients who respect slowness. Money that arrives without hustle. Creativity that blooms without pressure. Lovers who move at the pace of breath.

This isn’t laziness. It’s tantric reparenting.

It’s sacred rest.

It’s nervous system healing at the level of devotion.

Because the feminine within me, the sensual, intuitive, womb-knowing self, does not bloom in rush.

The feminine in me blooms in spaciousness.

She unfolds in trust.

And so, each week, I romance her. Not in grand gestures, but in consistent presence. I cancel, I nap, I breathe, I bathe. I reclaim my time not as a resource, but as a temple.

If your body is whispering enough…

If your calendar is heavy and your breath shallow…

If your desire feels dulled by a life of constant output…

Maybe it’s time to stop doing. And start devoting.

What might shift if you gifted yourself one spacious day each week? Not to recover… but to remember who you are beneath all the effort.

I’m still learning. Still unwinding. Still tempted to fill the space.

But for now, the vow remains: Spaciousness is my new turn-on. And I’m choosing it, again and again, until it becomes my baseline.

When you’re ready, I would be honoured to hold space for you. Book a Tantra Counselling session or Mystic Tantra Massage. I cannot wait to meet you.

With love, mirrors, and soft giggles,

Kali xx