The Sacred Return to Wanting

Somewhere along the way, desire became a dirty word.

It got labeled selfish. Frivolous. Impractical.

We learned to trade longing for loyalty.
To silence what stirs within us for the sake of what others need from us.

But here’s the truth most women only rediscover in whispers, often in the quiet ache of midlife:

Desire isn’t weakness. It’s wisdom.

What you want isn’t random.

That craving for more space? It’s your nervous system asking for reverence.
That hunger for adventure? Your soul missing its wild.
That fantasy you tucked away ten years ago? Still alive. Still calling.

Yet in the blur of grocery runs and career moves and caretaking and “shoulds,” we forget to ask:

Why do I want what I want?

And maybe more importantly...

Why did I stop listening?

Because you didn’t stop wanting. You just stopped giving yourself permission to follow the thread.

Desire is a compass, not a distraction.

It points to expansion, not excess.

Desire is the vibrational signal that you’re still here. Still alive. Still capable of creating—not through force, but through power.

And when we remember that—when we come back to our own wanting with reverence instead of guilt—we become luminous again.

Not performative. Not convenient.

Luminous. Aligned. Unapologetically turned on by life itself.

So tell me…

What do you really want?
Not the polished version. Not the sensible one.

The wild one.
The whispering one.
The one that scares you just enough to let you know it still matters.

Let’s make her sacred again.