Reading this felt like someone naming something I’ve been carrying in my bones for years. You put words to a kind of strength I’ve only recently begun to understand—not the loud, performative kind, but the rooted, clear, embodied knowing that says, “I exist. I matter.” Thank you for giving voice to what so many of us have had to bury just to belong.
This made me feel: a quiet fire stir in my chest. A sense of recognition. Of how long I’ve tiptoed around my own strength, afraid it would burn instead of light the way.
This reminds me of: the years I spent shrinking—accommodating, pleasing, staying small just to feel safe. And how yoga, writing, and this journey inward have been helping me slowly reclaim that sacred “no,” that full-bodied “yes.”
This is something I’ll be sitting with: the idea that anger isn’t the enemy—it’s unexpressed power asking to be witnessed. I’ll be sitting with how I might let it flow with integrity, instead of fear.
Thank you for this mirror, this medicine. It landed deep, and I know I’ll be returning to these words often.
I’m so moved that it touched you so much, thank you for responding so beautifully. I’d love to hear how it unfolds in you.. how it integrates. My invitation to you is to let it presence itself in your body, away from the intellect and ideas of how it needs to be, but rather.. how it feels to allow the energy of it to move you. That’s a little conceptual, but it is the ultimate goal - to embody it.
Maraya, what a beautifully written peice. I believe we have a lot in common when it comes to our work and understanding of the essential connection to our spiritual/authentic (sacred self.) Thank you for writing🙏✨❤️
You're so welcome Nicola, thank you for reading and sharing your experience. I just looked at your Substack and yes, we are very aligned. I'm looking forward to enjoying what you share.
Dear Maraya,
Reading this felt like someone naming something I’ve been carrying in my bones for years. You put words to a kind of strength I’ve only recently begun to understand—not the loud, performative kind, but the rooted, clear, embodied knowing that says, “I exist. I matter.” Thank you for giving voice to what so many of us have had to bury just to belong.
This made me feel: a quiet fire stir in my chest. A sense of recognition. Of how long I’ve tiptoed around my own strength, afraid it would burn instead of light the way.
This reminds me of: the years I spent shrinking—accommodating, pleasing, staying small just to feel safe. And how yoga, writing, and this journey inward have been helping me slowly reclaim that sacred “no,” that full-bodied “yes.”
This is something I’ll be sitting with: the idea that anger isn’t the enemy—it’s unexpressed power asking to be witnessed. I’ll be sitting with how I might let it flow with integrity, instead of fear.
Thank you for this mirror, this medicine. It landed deep, and I know I’ll be returning to these words often.
With gratitude,
Janki
Hey Janki,
I’m so moved that it touched you so much, thank you for responding so beautifully. I’d love to hear how it unfolds in you.. how it integrates. My invitation to you is to let it presence itself in your body, away from the intellect and ideas of how it needs to be, but rather.. how it feels to allow the energy of it to move you. That’s a little conceptual, but it is the ultimate goal - to embody it.
Maraya, what a beautifully written peice. I believe we have a lot in common when it comes to our work and understanding of the essential connection to our spiritual/authentic (sacred self.) Thank you for writing🙏✨❤️
You're so welcome Nicola, thank you for reading and sharing your experience. I just looked at your Substack and yes, we are very aligned. I'm looking forward to enjoying what you share.