Devotion to “Her.” To Heart. To Love.

Lately, I’ve been numbing. Dissolving my attention into distractions.
Today, I finally gave myself some space… and wow—what surfaced.

A clear feeling. A call from my heart.
A need to reach out. To Jeralyn.
A recognition that in my numbing, I’ve been avoiding a deeper truth.

The conflict is real. But beneath it, there’s clarity:
𝗜 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻—𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁.
I want to stretch my heart open, wide and unguarded, to its full capacity.

To live and serve from that space.
To not act from fear or comfort or seeking security.
I cannot lead others half-heartedly while keeping parts of myself in hiding.

No—this work I do with men, this mission, it requires me to live with 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆.
It requires me to look deep within, to check in, and to model the work through the life I lead.

𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻—𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗿.

Her with a big “H.”
The divine feminine. My guiding light. My North Star.
𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗿.
To family. To community.

The calling is not just to serve…
𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲.
To build something real and rooted.
To hold space for men as they, too, find their internal compass.
To hold space for joy, radiance, family, community.

To make life rich.

Devotion to Her is also devotion to life itself. To something greater than myself. To the 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀.
Because when I’m stuck in the muck—when I feel lost or heavy or unsure—
It’s a return to the heart I need.
To Her.
And when I drop in—really drop in—and let my heart guide me,
𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝘂𝗽.

Maybe for you too, as you read this.
Close your eyes for a moment.
Feel into your heart.
Visualize what you desire.
Feel the words that rise.
Notice the images. The visions. The sensations.

The heart speaks in a subtler language—but it’s always available.
When we tune into it…
𝗪𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿.

That’s where the gold is.
That’s where life becomes whole.

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘂𝗽.