What if receiving didn’t have to mean risking loss?
What if it could be safe, delicious even, to fully let love in?

This post is a tender unraveling of a truth I never expected to meet while abroad:
I didn’t know how to receive.
But now… I’m re-learning. One sacred breath at a time.

When receiving felt dangerous, I called it love…
But it wasn’t.
Real love doesn’t close.
It flows. It softens. It opens.

This post is a love letter to the moment I stopped resisting love, and started letting it in.
It changed everything.

It’s happening…
My sacred work is blossoming into something I can truly live from.

This post is a love letter to the beginning of my paid Taoist Tantra massage journey.
To the men who are reclaiming softness, joy, and sensitivity,
and to the moments that remind me:
This isn’t just touch. This is transformation.
And I’m so here for it.