About Us

My journey to the remembrance of my original feminine design began in 2018.

I had a deep passion for life that ran through me, and no matter what;  I never seemed to be able to access that enough. 

I ached for a connection that didn’t make any sense, and couldn’t seem to find anywhere, or with anyone.

On the outside I seemed to have it all. Family, Love, beautiful children, 6 figure income in a job I loved, travelling frequently, good friends.

But I felt exhausted, anxious and lonely. I felt like everyday was just mechanical. Running through the motions. Everyone told me that this is what it meant to be an adult, yet something inside me refused to accept that. There was no way we were meant to feel so unfulfilled. It didn’t make any sense; it was so painful and confusing.

There were so many stories I had been told;

You can relax when you “make enough money to get out”

Having children means you lose your freedom. 

If you want to be enough, you need to hustle and grind your way through. 

Everybody struggles if they aren’t born into money.

You don’t need a man. 

Men are trash. 

God isn’t real. 

No one ever taught me or raised me to know in my body what it meant to be feminine. 

I never experienced having a masculine father present at home. 

My parents divorced when I was 11. 

I was so angry with my father that I refused to see him, and my mother was an emotional land mine.

Without knowing it, I had gone into survival mode, and never came out. In fact, it became progressively worse as I got older.

I became prideful that I was “basically a man in a woman’s body”.

I was so detached from my emotions that the only time they came out was when so much pain had built up inside me from betraying myself that I would explode. My gears were numb and detached presenting as good and neutral, or explosive.

In 2018, my relationship was breaking down. I was in deep frustration with how at my age, this was still happening despite "doing everything right" 

A colleague of mine shared that she had started a program on feminine embodiment. And as a person who played heavily in the new age; the “divine feminine” was common. It peaked my interest.

This was not the new age feminine. 

It was a complete destruction of everything that was false. 

I had rebelled against the masculine since the day I refused to see my father. I was angry. I was in pain. And I had no idea what to do with it, or how to find relief. That pain & anger closed me, armoured me and held me captive for 24 years. Subconsciously I sought out relationships that would feed my belief systems about myself and the masculine - as men and life. The more I realized what had happened, the more painful it became. The hardest piece was that, I had two sons. What would it mean for them to have a mother like this? What kind of women would they marry? 

My heart cracked open.

There was no turning back. 

The more I opened, the more I realized that the connection I had been longing for was my connection to God. The ultimate masculine. The loving father I needed, and deeply missed. 

Repairing my relationship with him began to open my eyes to all the ways that I had become self-sourcing. 

I became passionate about pursuing the truth. 

Not *MY* truth.

THE truth. 

The only place I found this was when I descended down into my heart. 

Peeling off all the layers of identity that were false. The ones I had adopted, the ones that had been given to me, or told I needed to have or be.

I deconstructed all the narratives. Stories. And lies. 

I surrendered myself over and over. 

I found myself in submission to the ultimate masculine himself.

The peace I had heard of but had never felt before flooded me, and it didn’t make any sense. 

The prosperity I was receiving when doing a fraction of the things I used to do was surreal. 

The safety I felt, I never believed even existed. 

I was humbled to find out that there was a source, and I was not it. 

And the deepest relief came in realizing I didn’t need to be. 

I just needed to say yes to everything that was meant for me and to stop settling for less. 

My biggest dreams were still less than what God had for me.

In my submission and yield to him, I was able to honour my rightful inheritance as a daughter, discover my purpose as a steward in service, and the fulfillment & peace I always longed for. 

I returned home.

Jennifer is 40 and is Canadian born and raised. 

She has two sons who are presently 9 & 14