This weekend has been a full-circle moment of beauty, release, and deep inner alchemy. I came to the ocean not just for sun and waves, but for soul medicine — and she gave it to me in the most unexpected, sacred ways.
❤️🔥 My inner guidance has been ringing in my heart like a sacred bell. Each time the tide came in, I felt a piece of me returning — washed clean, touched by grace, warmed by the sun. I didn’t come here to do. I came to feel. To simply be. And in that stillness, I found everything.
The salty air whispered healing.
The sand softened my feet as I grounded into the earth.
The ocean kissed my face and reminded me — I am home in myself.
🌊 I let go. I cried. I laughed. I stood barefoot under the sky and let the waves baptize this version of me that’s no longer willing to shrink. I walked beside my daughter, Milla, and her friend Melanie, witnessing a generational memory unfold — one I had promised myself I would one day fulfill. And I did. That little promise I made back in 2023 bloomed in real time this week.
✨ And then came the night the veil felt thin, and the magic was thick in the air.
We went on a ghost tour through Old Town Wilmington, a 250-year-old city, rich with history and full of soul. The air was warm, and the streets glowed with energy. As we walked, we took photos and videos — and orbs appeared all around us. ✨🌀
It felt like the city was alive with spirit. Not in a scary way — in a deeply comforting, mystical, and ancestral way. I felt so connected. Not just to the stories we were hearing, but to something beyond the veil. Something ancient. Something familiar.
That night was pure enchantment.
I looked at my daughter and her friend, and I knew this moment would live forever in my heart.
We weren’t just witnessing history — we were walking with it.
🕊️ I found my curious, innocent, wild girl energy again.
She’s not just fierce and radiant — she’s been waiting for me to stop doubting my worth and come home to her. She is the voice inside me that says,
“Yes, Jenn. THIS is your life. You get to live it how YOU want to.”
So I put on that two-piece swimsuit. For the first time. At 46.
After three kids.
After a lifetime of hiding my body in a one-piece.
And you know what?
I felt beautiful.
I looked beautiful.
I am beautiful.
Not because of how my body looks, but because of how I feel when I honor it.
📣 I cheered for myself like I’ve always done for others.
🎨 I played with my paints, just to feel their joy.
🦋 I gave my inner girl everything she once needed.
Now I’m heading home. But I’m not “going back.”
I’m diving forward. 🪞
Back into my truth.
Back into my art.
Back into a life that feels like me.
I’m not returning the same.
I’m free-falling into a new reality — one where I no longer carry the pressure to be “normal,” accepted, or understood. I’ve built a life that honors my softness and my strength. One that gives space for my creativity to flourish, my voice to rise, and my soul to sing.
And as if the Universe wanted to seal this initiation with a divine signature—on my birthday, just as I was getting ready to go out with my daughter and her friend, my period came.
This is no small thing.
I haven’t had a consistent cycle in over 13 years—really, ever. With the IUD I’ve had, my period has often been completely absent. But on this birthday, she came back. Like a sacred drumbeat reminding me: you are alive, you are a woman, you are whole.
It felt like a rebirth through my body. A reclamation of my divine feminine. A soft yet powerful awakening that mirrors everything I’ve been becoming.
For the first time in my life, I truly love my body.
I feel beautiful, healthy, and whole in a way that has nothing to do with perfection and everything to do with presence.
✨ I love my soft curves and my flat chest.
✨ I love my scars.
✨ I love the tattoos that tell my story — especially the ones on my back, where I carried the weight and now carry my art.
✨ I love my wavy, wild, untamed hair.
This is the body of a woman who has survived, softened, reclaimed, and risen.
Even my family has noticed. My sister and cousin, who I’ve barely spoken to over the last year, both reached out. My sister, who lives in my home country, messaged me on my birthday to say she’s proud of me and that she looks up to me. That alone was medicine.
I don’t chase anymore.
Not love, not validation, not even family.
Instead, I’m learning to chase myself — to be the best version of me for me.
This is the moment I want to remember.
This is the moment I came home.
To my body.
To my art.
To my divine feminine.
To myself.
From the waves to the orbs, from the paint to the period, from my body to my soul — this weekend changed me.
Thank you, Ocean. 🌊
Thank you, Wilmington Spirits. 👻
Thank you, Orbs of Light. ✨
Thank you, Jenn. 🦋
You’re doing it. And you’re not coming back the same.
With love & magic, 🦋♥️
— Jenn Sher
The Divine Muse
