I can finally admit it: November wrecked me.
I was sick for what felt like forever. The kind of sick where

The rhythm is coming back to me, gentle as a tide that remembers the shore.
Just little drops at first

It’s been a while since I felt truly called to write. Honestly, I needed rest. The kind that reaches the soul. I needed silence, stillness, and space to return to my own center after that strange brush with chaos.

Today felt like another step closer to the milky goddess I know I’m becoming. I caught myself pausing just to admire the little

I’ve been holding both disappointment and sweetness in my chest. There was presence

I’ve been on a little hiatus from my journal. I undownloaded Reddit and stayed off ABFH so I could come back to center.

This weekend was everything I needed, with a celebration of my

I’ve finally finished my master’s program, which means I’ll be stepping into more free time.

There is power in the reach, in allowing myself to step forward with vulnerability, uncertain of the response. And yet, what I found

Lately, I’ve been moving through my days with a heightened awareness of my body. Every bounce and sway of my breasts when I’m topless I

Today my breasts feel large and bouncy. Each step has a pleasant jiggle, and honestly, it’s such a satisfying reminder of how much my body has changed in just over two months. My nipples are plumper, a little darker, and definitely more sensitive. Thank God for nursing bras, because I

I’m emotionally drained and it’s been a minute since my last visual reflection update. The past two weeks have been a whirlwind with so many things happening

Big news!! First off, emotionally, today was heavy. I’ve been feeling “off” the last few days, and now I realize it was because some emotions were bubbling beneath the surface that I hadn’t fully allowed myself to feel.

Not long ago, everything felt stuck. No period. No milk. Just this heavy stillness. I was showing up every day in a body I wanted to trust but didn’t always understand.

Well… after that little scare, I’ve been doing everything I can to stay consistent with my routine. I’ve realized I can’t control outcomes but I can control my actions. So, I went back to the basics.

Lately, in this journey of grounding and lactating, I’ve come into a new kind of devotion. The one rooted in my own dark divine.

Milk has been… quiet. Shy. Almost like she’s hiding, and no matter how gently I call her, she just peeks out, unsure if it’s time.

Today’s entry comes with a swirl of emotions, experimentation, and a gentle reminder of just how deeply connected I am to my milk.

Day 44 was a total pool day, and it felt amazing. There’s something so sensual and healing about being in the water, especially when the sun is pouring down on you.

They say when you enter natural water, you experience a spiritual cleansing. I always kept that in the back of my head, but I believe it now.

This isn’t about wanting to be milky anymore. That phase has passed. This is need. Deep, primal, pulsing need.

On this Independence Day, while fireworks lit up the sky and families gathered in celebration, I was standing in sacred ceremony… officiating a wedding, holding space for two hearts choosing each other.

Today began with rest … real, nourishing rest, and my body thanked me in waves. Every time the pump pulled gently at my nipples, I felt a mirrored tug low in my body…

I took a few days off to re-regulate, to come back to center, and continue this milky journey from a place of alignment …

Today’s milk didn’t just flow through my body, but it flowed through my intuition …

A full month of dedication. Thirty days of tending to my breasts with care, ritual, and desire. This journey has become so much more than milk…

Today’s after-work pump was exactly what I needed. It was hot, classic South Texas heat, and the day was packed with work events and meetings. By the time I got home, my breasts demanded attention …

The gorgeous Milky Goddess presents her new lactation journal, with a huge catch-up of the first 28 days!