06/13/2026
This was my view from the mat last weekend.
Screaming Octopus: Unleashed has begun... and arriving like the storm it rode in on. ๐ฉ๏ธ
I'm slowly beginning to understand just how powerful sound is as medicineโand the effect my own voice carries.
I remember sitting in a local song circle while everyone sang. Nothing came. Was it fear? Had I lost my voice? Or had I simply never given myself permission to use it in a way that others could truly hear?
When I teach, I know I'm heard.
But how do I move beyond the ears and touch the soul?
I'm finding it... slowly.
It's raw. Tribal. Unseasoned. Less angelic choir and more wild animal remembering. It's untamed, imperfect, and deeply authentic to who I am and the medicine I bring.
This summer, I'm diving deep. Reorganizing. Reinventing. Returning to myself.
Because when I create, it isn't really about the audience.
It's about my own becoming, my journey.
You're all just along for the ride.
Turns out the medicine wasn't about finding my voice.
It was about finally letting it out
Wild unapologetic with devotion to my authentic self
๐๐ถ๐ซง Cherise