My Yoni Said No

A Love Letter to the Woman Reclaiming Her Fire

Something shifted in me today.

I stood inside a pattern - one I’ve known far too well - and instead of collapsing, I witnessed. Instead of rescuing, I reclaimed.

I was blamed for not responding to an abusive email.
He burned his book and blamed me.
He tried to dismiss my choice of therapist, my way of healing, my sovereignty.

And this time… I didn’t flinch.

I stayed calm.
I stood in the truth: his shame is not mine to hold.

I’ve trained with 70 sisters as an Authentic Coach. I walk the path of mindfulness, shamanic practice, breath, and presence. My healing is my art. My way is sacred. He doesn’t have to understand it - he just doesn’t get to control it.

I gently told him:

“It’s not my job to fix you.”

Because it’s not.
Even if I can.
Even if my presence catalyzes something in him.
Even if he wants to make me the reason he won't change.

I suggested meditation, daily devotion, breathwork.
He mocked it.
He said he didn’t need therapy or AI or anything else to tell him how unsupported he felt.
But I see it now - the truth under the noise:

His shame is loud.
His pain is demanding.
His demons are hungry.
And I will not feed them.

Instead, I respond with love, and only love.

“I love you.”

And I leave it there.

I know this cycle. I’ve danced it too many times.
And this time - I choose a different step.

He went to the gym without me. A petty power play. A familiar sting.
But I didn’t bite.
I danced.
Because I am a dancer.

I don’t just move - I become the movement.
I lose myself in surrender, in ecstasy, in divine rhythm.
I observe myself dissolve into the sacred.
I get high on love.

And this morning, when I didn’t orgasm with him -
I knew why.

Because my Yoni said No.
She said, “Not today, Beloved. This is not earned. This is not reverent. This is not safe.”

My Pussy is sacred.
Her pleasure is sacred.
She is not here to soothe his unworthiness.
She is not a sacrament to be consumed when the heart is closed.

Today, I choose joy.
I choose healing.
I choose Ho’oponopono:

“I love you. I forgive you. Thank you”

I choose sisterhood.
I have a call with one of my sacred soul sisters, a therapist I trust and revere.
This is the kind of love I crave - deep, real, soul-affirming.

I am not fragile. I am alchemizing.
I am not broken. I am breaking the pattern.
I am not lost. I am lit up from within.

This is for any woman who forgot she could say no.
For any woman whose body knew the truth before her mind could catch up.
For any woman who danced her way back to herself.

You are not too much.
You are not wrong for wanting more.
You are not here to carry someone else's storm.

You are the temple.
You are the priestess.
You are the sacred flame.

And you are allowed to burn away every lie that told you otherwise.