About
Author, guide, and lightworker for Black women returning to themselves.
The beginning
I was raised in the American South, where I learned early what a Black woman was supposed to be — agreeable, useful, contained. I was good at the life I was handed. I earned the degree, built a career in media and Pan-African studies, and checked every box that was supposed to add up to a whole life.
And still there was an ache. A quiet, persistent sense of a self I had never been allowed to meet — a woman underneath the performance, waiting.
The unraveling
Somewhere along the way the pretending gave out. The job, the expectations, the borrowed version of God I had been handed — none of it fit the woman stirring underneath. So I began the terrifying, holy work of letting it fall away.
I let people run me up out of the rooms that were never built for my wholeness. I chose the unknown over the comfortable lie. It did not feel like freedom yet. It felt like grief. But grief, I would learn, is often just the doorway home.
The catalyst — Jamaica
Jamaica changed everything. I moved to the island and something in me that had been bound my whole life finally let go. In the mountains and the heat and the slowness, the Divine stopped being a distant rule-keeper and became a presence I could feel — speaking to me, through me, as me.
I didn't find God in Jamaica. I remembered that God had never left. That the sacred had been mine all along, beneath everything I had been taught to fear.
The work now
From that remembering came everything I do now. I wrote Decolonizing the Divine to map the energetics of the return. I built The Ascension App as a daily companion for the inner work. And I'm building a community for Black women ready to come home to themselves — through rest, travel, ritual, and the radical act of simply existing fully.
I am not here to give you a new doctrine. I am here to help you remember the one already written in you. Everything I teach, I lived first. This is the map of how I came home — and how you can, too.
I am grown, free, and whole — and so are you.
Mocha
