Reawakening the Sacred Feminine: Returning to Nature & Intuition

Let’s be real, our modern life can sometimes feel wholly unsustainable. We’re juggling 57 tabs in our brains at all times (all while the phone is ringing, texts are pinging and emails need to be returned), trying to manifest while meal prepping, and wondering why we can’t hear our intuition over the sound of our own burnout. But I have something wonderful to share with you...there’s a different way to live—IF you choose it.

This blog is about that. It’s about the sacred feminine, but not the fluffy, floating, overly-perfumed version. We’re talking real, rooted, grounded, soul-level sacred feminine that can be found in every living being—the kind passed down through generations that can't ever be dismantled.

The Sacred Feminine is a Birthright

The sacred feminine is not a brand (and it's not only available to the 'spiritually elite'). She’s not something you follow on Instagram or channel during your new moon bath (though go for it, if that’s your thing). She is an essence...the thing inside of you that wakes up when you finally give yourself permission to rest, cry when you’re angry, laugh when you’re scared, and hold someone’s hand through all the crazy ups and downs of everyday life.

She lives buried deep within your cells. She lives in the trees and in the ocean and in the way your body says yes or no even if your brain hasn't quite rationalized what's happening. We’ve spent centuries cutting her out of the equation—of our spirituality, our leadership, even our own healing. And now, we’re starting to feel the effects: disconnection, dysregulation, overwhelm, fear. We’ve been trying to solve soul-level depletion with productivity hacks. Reality check...it’s not working. The sacred feminine doesn’t want you to hustle harder.She wants you to come home to yourself.

She Lives in Nature (Because You Do, Too)

If you’re looking for the sacred feminine, don’t just blindly search the aisles at the bookstore (although there are some amazing books on The sacred feminine well worth reading...check out "Women Who Run with the Wolves" by Clarissa Pinkola Estes or "Mary Magdalene Revealed" by Megan Watterson, or one of my VERY favorites, "If Women Rose Rooted" by Sharon Blackie, to name a few). Instead, go outside. Seriously. Take off your shoes, stand in the grass, and let the sun hit your skin without trying to turn it into content. Nature is the original temple of the feminine. The seasons. The tides. The moon. The way everything blooms and dies. She’s been showing us how to live this way all along—we just forgot how to listen. And when you start to return to nature—even in small ways—you begin to return to you. Your pace slows, your breath deepens, and you stop trying to “fix” your body in lieu of noticing how wise she already is.

And Then… Your Intuition Gets Louder

Spoiler: your intuition hasn’t gone anywhere. It’s just been buried under your to-do list and a million tiny moments of self-abandonment. When you reawaken the sacred feminine, your intuition doesn’t just whisper—it rings like a bell. Not because you forced it, but because you finally made space for it. It might show up as a gut feeling, or as the exact words your friend needs to hear, falling out of your mouth without effort. It might sound like, “Go left today instead of right.”Or, “Don’t text him back.”Or, “Make soup and cry.” Whatever it says, you’ll know it’s true. And the more you listen, the more it speaks. (And yes, sometimes it has jokes. The sacred feminine has a fantastic sense of humor.)

This Isn’t About Becoming Someone Else. It’s About Remembering Who You Were Before the World Told You Who to Be

So, the end message here is this: you don’t need to go live off-grid, give up your lattes, or start doing ecstatic dance under every full moon. (Unless, of course, you want to—I've been guilty of it a time or two). All you need is a willingness to turn toward yourself again. To honor the part of you that doesn’t measure your worth in productivity. To trust your body and stop gaslighting your own inner knowing. Because when you reawaken the sacred feminine, you’re not becoming something new. You’re remembering something ancient. Something powerful. Something that’s been waiting patiently in the background, whispering,"Welcome back."