The Art of Balance - Reflections at the End of Libra Season

The Living Pulse of Balance

As Libra season comes to a close, I’ve been reflecting on balance, not as an ideal to achieve, but as a living pulse that moves through all things.

In nature, in the body, in relationship, in ceremony.

Balance is not a static pose, but a living, breathing dance between opposites.

Libra teaches harmony, but harmony isn’t perfection.

It’s movement. It’s tension held with grace.

It’s knowing when to lean in and when to let go.

In my work, whether in ceremony with Ayahuasca or guiding someone through the landscapes of their erotic body, I see the same principle mirrored again and again.

The medicine happens in the meeting point between extremes.

In ceremony, it’s the merging of shadow and light, of fear and beauty, that births truth.

In the erotic, it’s the pulse between surrender and control, giving and receiving, softness and power, that awakens aliveness.

True harmony is not about silencing contrast, but about learning to hold it.

To let both sides of our nature be seen, loved, and expressed.

True balance isn’t about staying still, it’s about staying aware while we sway.

It’s a love affair with polarity, a dance between the sacred and the raw, the spirit and the body.

Life’s Little Ironies

I came to Peru, to the Sacred Valley, intending to rest.

To take a holiday, to slow down, to give myself space after months of holding others.

And yet, every time I create space for rest, life seems to test my balance.

While I’ve been surrounded by mountains that feel ancient and alive, beauty on every horizon, chaos has been unfolding back home.

Four children. Four stories. Each needing something from me.

So my “vacation” has been spent partly with my feet on Andean earth, and partly with my phone in hand, navigating dramas from afar, trying to soothe what I can and surrender what I cannot control.

In the past, this would have left me frustrated. How ironic, I would think, that every time I slow down, the world speeds up.

But this time, something shifted.

The Practice of Presence

I realized that balance doesn’t mean control. It means presence.

When I’m speaking with my children, I’m fully there, listening, holding, doing what I can in that moment.

And when I hang up, I return here, to the mountains, to the wind, to the simple, immediate gifts of being alive.

I let myself be where I am.

That is where balance lives.

Not in escaping the chaos, but in learning to meet what is, the storm and the stillness, without abandoning yourself to either.

The Dance of Duality

There will always be both.

The light and the dark.

The peace and the storm.

The giving and the receiving.

The ceremony and the integration.

It is the same truth I witness in my work. Healing doesn’t mean erasing the dark; it means embracing it as part of the whole.

There is always a little light in the shadow, and a little shadow in the light.

Too often, when we focus on healing, we get caught in the heaviness, in the trauma, the process, the endless unravelling.

But if we forget to notice the simple joys, the beauty that persists even in difficulty, we miss half the medicine.

What Balance Really Is

True balance isn’t something we achieve. It’s something we remember, moment by moment, especially when life refuses to go according to plan.

This Libra season has been a teacher for me, not through perfection, but through paradox.

Through motherhood and mountains.

Through Wi-Fi calls and sacred silence.

Through love that stretches across distance.

Through the reminder that every inhale needs its exhale.

Because harmony isn’t the absence of chaos, and like healing, it isn’t about staying still.

It’s about learning to sway with grace.

A Reflection for You

Where in your own life are you being asked to hold both, the chaos and the beauty?

The part that aches, and the part that glows?

Maybe the balance you seek isn’t somewhere out there, waiting to be found,

but right here, in the tender art of being human.