There are two things I’m birthing right now — two creations born directly from the rawest, most unimaginable pain I’ve ever known. Death and sex. Loss and regeneration. The oldest, truest cycle of life itself.
One grew from the rupture of losing my son, a heartbreak so profound it shattered everything I thought I knew about life, love, and even God. The other emerged from my lifelong dance with intimacy, desire, and the creative power of sexuality — a dance I now understand in a whole new way.
At first, I couldn’t see how these two could possibly belong together. Grief and sex felt like opposites, like oil and water. But the deeper I allowed myself to go — through the pain, into the melting, beneath all my old identities and roles — the more I understood. They aren’t opposites at all. They are partners in the eternal rhythm of endings and beginnings. Loss and creation. Destruction and renewal.
This is the alchemy of being alive — the truth beneath the surface that I can’t ignore anymore. Life is too short for small talk and surface living. I have no patience for meaningless noise. The only conversations I want are the ones where we show up as our true selves ,and let ourselves be seen.
I only want to focus on what is generative, not degenerative. Generative means anything that moves us toward more life — even when it hurts. Grief can be generative. Rage can be generative. Desire can be generative. When we allow our emotions to fully exist — when we stop trying to contain, suppress, or dress them up — they become the fuel for something new. Something holy.
That’s what happened for me. I let my grief melt me down to my bones. I let it strip away every illusion, every mask, every role I had played for decades. And from that place — from the ashes of the old me — I discovered a creative rush unlike anything I’ve ever known.
This is the metamorphosis — the process of dissolving into grief and emerging as someone new. Someone who doesn’t cling to the old rules. Someone who no longer fits into anyone’s boxes. This is my butterfly self, wings still wet, unapologetically alive.
And from this transformed self, I’ve created two beautiful offerings, both now ready to share with you:
🦋 Sex Magic — My New Book (Available for Pre-Order NOW!)
This isn’t just a book about sex. It’s a guide to the creative, transformative magic of sex when it’s used as a portal to deeper self-knowledge, healing, and connection to the divine. It’s for anyone ready to reclaim their erotic energy, not just as pleasure, but as power. Pre-order now and join me in rewriting everything we’ve been taught about sex.
🦋 The Grief Healing Collective — My New Membership Platform
This is my offering to those walking the path of grief, whether you’ve lost a child, a partner, a parent, or the life you thought you’d have. Inside this community, I am bringing in amazing healers and teachers and share the tools, practices, and wisdom I’ve gathered in my own grief journey — not to help you “move on,” but to help support you in your own healing and metamorphosis. Together, we explore ways to hold grief and joy at the same time, to reconnect with your loved ones in spirit, and to rebuild life with meaning and purpose after profound loss.
These offerings — one born from grief, one from desire — are the expressions of my post-metamorphosis self. They are the gifts that emerged from the fire, from my willingness to feel it all, break open completely, and trust that life would rebuild me.
So yes, I still want to talk about sex — but only in the way sex deserves to be talked about: as a portal to the sacred, a creative spell, a form of magic capable of transforming everything.
And I want to talk about grief — not as something to conquer, but as a spiritual teacher, a force capable of shattering you and then showing you who you really are.
This is the only work I want to do now — the work of being fully alive, fully awake, fully present to all of it. The pain and the beauty. The endings and the beginnings. The unbearable love that fuels it all.
If you’re ready to go there — into the depths where healing and magic live — I’m here, wings open.