Hello love ,
I’m Mady, a yogi, kitchen dancer and lover of this life.
I am fascinated by becoming the artist and engineer of my life, by tending to each layer of this existence with curiosity, devotion and a lot of laughter. A recipe for high voltage love and aliveness.
The most prominent and persistent reflection I receive from others is that in my presence they feel safe, comforted, free of judgement, opened to drop in deeper. Hearing this is honey for my heart and the essence for why doing this work feels so aligned and intuitive. I can’t not do it.
I share embodied rituals because I know how it feels to be in search for a love that radiates from the inside out and lasts for a lifetime. Since I was a very young girl, I felt like I was carrying a deep sense of shame. Body dysmorphia, disassociation and self-loathing made me feel disconnected from myself and hyperaware of others. I struggled with co-dependency, pouring all of my desires and creativity into relationships that thrived off of me making myself small, denying my needs and suppressing my sensitivity. I used my body as a vehicle for finding value and making connections, and whilst the lessons were rich, deep down I knew that the source of nourishment didn’t live outside of myself.
I craved a home within myself ; a space where I could be in my fullness and my emptiness. Free of shame, judgement and the pressure to perform.
And so I began this neverending journey of attunement, resonance and regulation. A re-writing of the story in my cells about what it meant to be in this body ; as a woman, as a little girl, as a soul much more ancient and eternal than any identity.
The passions I have cultivated and the modalities I have trained in are, in my opinion, timeless. They respond to enduring human needs: to move, to belong, to witness, to remember, and to heal. And so it is that the practices I embody and share are ones that draw me closer to becoming the future ancestor of my dreams.
Knowing the fragility of life has refined the frequency of my offerings and inspired me to create spaces that bow to the full spectrum of aliveness. I am not afraid of the dark or the underworld. My brother’s death in 2024 is inextricably woven into the centre of my life and has given me the resilience to choose to step into alchemical fire. Grief has processed me, sometimes brutally, filtering out my inauthenticity and smallness. I see the sacredness of suffering and how it is inseparable from our purpose here. Because without grief, how would we remember that aliveness is a miracle, and tending to that flame is our greatest responsibility?
And so ; I know that the wound is also a womb.
I don’t need to be soothed, I need to feel. I don’t need anyone to take my pain away, I just need to feel your presence whilst I grieve. To me, this is what it means to be alchemist of love.
May we all remember ~ and remind each other ~ who we really are, at the centre of it all.
All my love,
Madalena