This past 2 weeks, I tried something new.
I let go. I slowed down. I breathed.
I gave myself permission to explore tantra, not in some romanticized, candle-lit fantasy—but in the real, raw, sacred quiet of my everyday. No partners. No scripts. Just me… and my body. My breath. My truth.
Every morning, I whispered the same words to myself:
"I am strong. I am brave. I am powerful… I am free.
Free to live. Free to grow. Free to be."
And at first? I didn’t believe them.
But I kept going.
As the days passed, something began to soften inside me. My body, which I so often rush or criticize, started to feel like home again. My breath felt slower. My movements, more intentional. I cried. I laughed. I touched parts of myself I didn’t even know were still holding grief, or shame, or that deep ache for safety.
And somewhere in that stillness… I found her.
The version of me that isn’t trying to earn softness.
She just is soft. And worthy. And whole.
Tantra showed me that submission doesn’t have to be loud or performative. It doesn't need to look like porn or poetry. Sometimes, it's just quiet trust. A deep, knowing surrender to the moment… to your body… to yourself.
If a Dominant ever walks with me through that space, they aren’t just experiencing the beauty of tantra and guiding me through it — but they’re witnessing the power in my submission. I don’t kneel because I am less. I kneel because I am ready. Because I am open. Because I choose to.
And there is so much power in that choice.
Tantra reminded me that submission isn’t about giving up control—it’s about letting go of the fear that I have to hold everything all the time. That it’s okay to exhale. That my softness is not a flaw. That my surrender can be sacred, intentional, and free from shame.
These past weeks, I didn’t just try tantra.
I met myself inside it.
And I kind of fell in love with the girl I found.
Xoxo
Nirvana