At the Interface: A Healing Reflection from the Leo New Moon
Jenuine Bodywork
This reflection comes at the beginning of a daily ceremonial journey I’ll be walking from the Leo New Moon to the Lion’s Gate Portal on 8/8—a time of solar illumination, energetic opening, and heart activation. Each day, I’m honoring the solar flares, those radiant bursts from the Sun, alongside the grounded forces of the four directions. I open sacred space to connect:
To the heavens and Pachamama, anchoring light to earth and my body
To the four directions
To the center of all centers—the heart
This ceremonial practice is how I orient myself in the world. It mirrors the work I offer in session: a meeting of energies, a place of presence and possibility. In Zero Balancing and somatic healing, we honor both the energetic and the structural. We meet at the interface—where transformation happens not through force, but through resonance.
Today, I gifted myself a healing bath in the flower essences of sunflower, magnolia, and dahlia—to cleanse, to purify, and to enjoy.
Because joy is part of the healing.
Because softness is strength.
Because I'm learning to feel good in my own body—
not as a reward, but as a right.
As I walked with this energy, a poem came through. It speaks to the work I do, the healing I’ve lived, and the pattern of guilt I am learning to meet without becoming.
At the Interface
for Jen,
healer and daughter,
bone-deep and whole
I didn’t know
there was another way.
Love was what happened
when I disappeared
into someone else’s ache.
I didn’t choose to merge—
I just thought
that’s what closeness was.
A slow dissolving
of my needs, my shape, my sound
until their comfort
meant my silence.
No one told me
I could stay whole.
That I could love
without leaving myself.
But I’ve learned the sacred skill
of meeting—
not to fix, not to fuse,
but to witness.
To stand steady in my own structure
and say,
Here I am.
Here you are.
This is the line where we meet.
This is what I practice
with the bodies on my table:
no taking, no giving—
just presence.
Just touch
that honors the boundary
as holy.
And now,
I’m learning to do this
with my father’s voice.
With my mother’s ghost.
With the guilt that arrives
like a storm I was told to hold.
I see the pattern.
It is real.
It is old.
It does not belong to me.
I meet it.
I breathe.
And then—
I side-step.
Not in resistance,
but in reverence
for the truth that is mine.
I choose not to enter
the dance of guilt
they mistook for love.
I choose to stay at the interface—
rooted in my own heart,
resonating in my own bones.
Because I know now:
being with
is not the same
as holding your pain as mine.
I can love
without losing.
I can witness
without merging.
I can hold space
without holding it all.
And from this place—
this quiet, sturdy place—
I build the healing
I never received.
This is Jenuine Bodywork
Connecting Heart to Bone
A practice of presence, not performance.
A place where nervous systems soften,
where energy realigns,
where the body remembers its wholeness.
A space to feel held.
A space to come home to yourself.
If this reflection speaks to something inside you—something ready to soften, unwind, or be seen—I’d love to hold space with you.
Come find me at The Ritual Spa inside the George Washington Hotel in Winchester, Virginia, or reach out with any questions.
You are welcome here. As you are.
❤︎