We start Monday 7th September. I've been reading the first few chapters this week and so much of it resonates already. It's exactly the conversation we're here for. Perfect for The Magnetic Woman. You don't need to buy the book (unless you want to!). I'll be reading it to you in my usual voice notes, so all you need to do is listen. What you will need is a notebook or journal. Tara asks a lot of journalling questions along the way and they're the kind you'll want to sit with, so get yourself something that feels good to write in. There's a new tab in the community called Book Club.. that's where the posts will land by 6am, so keep your notifications ON so you don't miss them. Great choice my loves! Very excited for this one. Carla x

I'm away from today until Sunday... I'm going on retreat in Wiltshire with Daisy Featherstone, a fellow VITA sister. Four days of sexuality work, embodiment and dance, in a house full of women I've never met. Let me explain what that actually means, because I know for some of you this will be a completely new world. VITA is Layla Martin's training for sex, love and relationship coaches. I've been on it for two years and I'm doing my majors in Life Transitions and Conscious Dating. It's serious training.. trauma-informed, grounded in neuroscience as much as anything ancient. Daisy came through the same programme 7 years ago, which is how I know her. The work itself is about your relationship with your own body and your own pleasure. It's got nothing to do with performance, or how you look from the outside, or pleasing anyone else. Most of us were raised in a culture that either pretended sexual energy didn't exist or sold it back to us as something we owe other people, so a lot of us arrive at midlife having never once been asked what we actually want or what actually feels good. That's what gets untangled in a room like this. And it's not all serious. There's dance, there's TWERK, there's a lot of laughing. Healing gets to be fun, and I wish more people knew that. None of it is new to me either. I've spent seven days in the jungle in Costa Rica with eighty naked women, dancing, crying, self-pleasuring, so I'm fairly unshockable at this point! This is the world I live in. The truth is, the reason I'm going is this.. At the start of this year I threw myself into a very stressful property project and something in me went offline. I dance, I pole, I know exactly where that aliveness lives in my body and how to reach it. And I haven't been able to find my way back FULLY since. Stress does that. I've got my daily practice, and Rob and I have just come back from a tantra retreat in Lithuania, so I'm constantly working on this stuff. But four days immersed in it with a room of women is another way to help it along. I go and do the work, and I always will.

My loves, tonight was so special.. Thank you. As I said.. we are MAGIC. I've uploaded the call in The Vault for those who couldn't make it. Please start at 5 mins 40 seconds.. anything before that is me squinting at the computer with some lovely music in the background 😆. Also, I failed to pin the speakers - so we can only hear your lovely voices and not see your lovely faces during the sharing circle.. but I will remember for next time. Radiance Sutra and Oracle card pulled for the collective here as promised 🫶✨

Bank holiday Monday. How are you, my loves? I woke slowly today. No alarm. I lay there for a minute before moving, trying to catch the tail of a dream before it slipped away. A fragment. Enough to write down. I was buzzing after our Opening Ceremony last night... Being in circle with women again, sharing things that have been coming up for us recently. The sutra I opened to, which asked us to close our eyes and give ourselves to the dark with no hope of light.. to surrender completely and merge with the mystery of night. Not a gentle page to land on. But we opened the Temple on the tail of an eclipse, and that's exactly the medicine of this season. The night is where the dreams live. The night is where the shadow comes to find us. And then the tiger. Sensuality. The card said slow down, open the senses, taste and touch and see with more attention than you've been giving. Which was rather uncanny, given the tantric tip I'd only just handed you. One meal today, phone down, food blessed, every mouthful savoured. The oracle agreed before I'd finished speaking. So that's my invitation for today. Whatever you're doing.. garden, sofa, Sunday roast on a Monday.. let one part of it be slow. Let one thing be fully tasted. Tell me how your night was. Did you dream? Did you catch any of it? And what's your one slow thing today? I keep the fire lit. ❤️‍🔥 Carla x

I was coming home with the shopping, drove into the car lift that takes us down to our underground car park like I do every day... and it seized between floors. A blood-curdling screech, then the smell of burning. No phone signal through the concrete. The emergency alarm returned a robotic voice saying NOT IN SERVICE. And then I realised the engine was still running, and the fumes had nowhere to go. I screamed for help into a soundproofed metal box and no one heard me. Some of you know my history... a decade ago, panic attacks ran my life. And the old panic arrived right on cue, flooding my system, telling me exactly how this would end. Fire. Carbon monoxide. Suffocation. My mind offered me every version. Ten years ago that panic would have owned me completely. Here's what was different. Underneath the terror, something in me knew what to do. Breath, long slow exhales, over and over. Feet on the floor. Naming what was actually true rather than what my mind was screaming. The panic still came in waves. But I wasn't alone inside it. The woman I've built through years of this work was in there with me, and she held. But this is what's stayed with me since. When my body genuinely believed it might be the end, what rose up was love. Nothing else survived the moment. Just my family's faces, and the fierce, animal clarity of how much I love them. And when I finally heard my partner and son on the other side of those doors, refusing to wait for the engineer, running for tools, prising the doors open themselves... I sobbed like a child. My two heroes. The practices you're learning here aren't for the calm days. They're for the lift. They're so that when life seizes between floors, and at some point it will, there's a woman inside you who knows how to breathe, and who remembers instantly what actually matters. Have you had a moment like this... where life stopped you in your tracks and showed you what matters? Tell me below. I keep the fire lit. ❤️‍🔥 Carla x