we are the altar
There is power
in our peace.
You don’t even have to share this Church’s message!
Just stay in your lane.
Find peace in yourself.
And ENJOY it.
Are you tired of feeling down about the world? Are you sick of listening to your own shit? Do you wish the hyper-critical voice inside your head would just shut the fuck up and give you a break for a minute?!
Come child, welcome to the Church of Self Love.
EVERYONE is welcome.
This church doesn’t want your money.
This church doesn’t want your obligation.
There are no rules, you just have to breathe and follow your heart.
There is no hiding and there is most certainly no shame.
No secret handshakes here.
This church doesn’t want our judgement. This church doesn’t want our dogma.
We are re-writing the story of what it means to be us… And this time, we are being damn kinder to ourselves.
Because…
There is power in our peace.
When and where
The Church of Self Love is accessible anytime.
From anywhere in the world.
Free of charge.
As much or as little as you need it.
Once you get how it works you won’t even need wifi.
HOW
We start by taking a breath.
An intentional breath.
A deep intake of air that beckons and ushers a softening…
On the exhale you feel your energy ground into the Earth
Like little roots growing from the soles of your feet… they tickle and dance down into the land…
Then you take another breath.
Softer… it beckons.
Softer.
WHY
Because this bullshit has gone on long enough. Like seriously, that’s enough now.
Let’s just drop all the stories, let go of the fear and get on with enjoying our lives.
In love.
In acceptance.
In compassion.
IN JOY.
It’s time.
It’s time people!
It’s beyond time.
(I mean, if we really want to get into it… What is time anyway?!)
→ Sign up for reminders to stay on track with your self love. It’s actually REALLY easy and joyful to love yourself once you get the hang of it but gotta be honest… we are de-conditioning yearrrrsssssss of programming. All those nasty ass thoughts and insecurities fed to us like they feed cattle at a trough. Or those cocaine laced water bottles they trick those poor rats with. Ugh, YUCK. Disgusting. But we all survived so now let’s just remind each other how fabulous we are, shall we?