From Logic to Love: How Tantra Reshaped My Life

I never thought Tantra would be my path.

I started in a world of blueprints and equations with mechanical engineering, safety, control.

On paper, it looked like success. Inside, it was killing me.

Depression, insomnia, too many nights with too much to drink.

I was sabotaging myself in the name of logic.

So I ran. I travelled.

India cracked me open with its chaos and kindness. Israel and Egypt lit my fire. I felt more alive than I ever had, yet also more lost. And when I landed in Australia, my degree didn’t transfer. So I cleaned homes…

What looked like a step back became my first ashram.

I learned to bow to the ordinary. To find God in the bubbles. To honour the intimacy of the everyday. Tantra teaches this too: the sacred doesn’t only live in rituals and altars: it lives in how we touch the ordinary with presence.

But then came the initiatory relationship. The one that looked like love but became an initiation. Trauma, hypervigilance, confusion. My sensuality disappeared. My heart starved while my resilience was praised. Heartbreak is often the doorway to awakening. It shows us where we abandon ourselves. It forces us to look for real answers, not just theories.

That heartbreak cracked me open.

It taught me my first Tantric lesson: relationships mirror our inner world.

When I starved myself of tenderness, I starved my partner too. When I abandoned myself, I met abandonment.

In that emptiness, I found Tantra. I discovered teachers who terrified and inspired me. I said yes when it didn’t make sense. Thousands out, thousands in. The universe kept showing up. Because when devotion leads, the path unfolds.

And Tantra gave me the answers I’d been craving. Not the kind you memorise, but the kind your body remembers. More than survival. More than performance. More than giving from an empty cup.

Since then, I’ve said yes to every training that called me. Not because I knew how I’d manage it, but because my soul knew I couldn’t afford not to. This is the devotion that Tantra awakens: to stop waiting for guarantees and start trusting life.

What began as healing became a living devotion. To my body. To the feminine and the masculine. To my truth, my turn-on, my tenderness. I became the woman, and the man, I once ached to meet.

Through touch, breath, and loving presence, I’ve come home to myself.

Sometimes it’s sensual, sometimes it’s shattering, sometimes peaceful. Always profound. I cry more freely than ever. I feel more alive than ever.

And this became my calling. To create Kali Heart Holistic as my altar, a sanctuary where bodies are remembered as temples, where pleasure is divine, where your wounds and your longings are not problems to fix but gateways into deeper love.

I am not perfect. I am in practice. Trusting life’s unfolding. Committed not to answers, but to the remembrance of truth.

And if you’re reading this, perhaps you too have walked through heartbreak, or confusion, or the silence of a body that feels numb.

Maybe you too are tired of performance and starving for real connection.

Heartbreak teaches us. Devotion reshapes us. Tantra reminds us: every part of you belongs.

So I’ll leave you with this: where in your life are you still trying to hold control, instead of letting love crack you open?

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Much love,

K xx