Kundalini, Grief & Awakening Confidence

Honouring the light that waits beneath our grief

I’ve been reflecting a lot lately. On work. On grief. On loss. On the grief that was never fully processed. The kind that hides deep in the body & waits to be seen.

It’s brought me back to how much I need spirituality in my life. When I turn away from it, I feel disconnected. Life becomes too practical, too busy, too corporate. But my spirit longs for something more … something that reminds me I am not just surviving, I am here to grow. Without it, I feel stifled.

This is where Kundalini is patient. Her quiet energy rests coiled at the base of my spine. Waiting. Protecting. Holding her secrets until I am ready to listen.

When we go through trauma as children, or when loss & neglect weave themselves into our story, that energy can stay buried. It is as if our light is dimmed on purpose, because the body believes it is safer to stay small. I know that feeling, the sense that life might be passing by while I stand on the edge, longing to step in but held back by something unseen.

The truth is, Kundalini is never gone. She is simply waiting for us to create the conditions of safety. When I sit in ritual, when I honour my grief instead of running from it, I feel that spark beginning to rise. Slowly. Gently. Reminding me that confidence is not about pretending to be strong, it is about being rooted in who I am.

Spirituality is not a luxury for me. It is the medicine I need. Without it, I feel lost. With it, I feel guided, held, connected to something deeper than my own story.