For the Woman Who No Longer Chases

There comes a moment when you realize:

you don’t have to chase.

You don’t have to prove.

You don’t have to deserve.

You don’t have to wait to be chosen.

You don’t have to overgive to be worthy.

You get to be you.

Fully. Clearly. Softly.

And the ones who are meant to meet you there… will.

This is for the woman who’s remembering…

A Poem for the Woman Who No Longer Chases

You choose for you,

not for someone else.

Not with noise,

but with presence.

Not with effort,

but with knowing.

You no longer twist your shape

to fit inside someone’s maybe.

You don’t chase.

You don’t plead.

You don’t perform.

You stand.

Soft. Clear.

Wildly magnetic.

You are the space where beauty finds its way.

Where possibilities gather, curious and reverent.

Where life itself rearranges

to meet the one

who stopped running

and started receiving.

Listen…

You don’t have to fetch the magic.

You are it

the kind that whispers,

invites…

summons

those who are willing

to receive.

— Nihan

P.S. Are you still chasing or are you ready to let life meet you?

If you’re ready to return to your center, explore my private sessions.

Allowing Your Beauty to Shine Through

Not just the physical beauty, although that can be a window too,
but the beauty of your being.

There is a kind of beauty
that doesn’t ask for attention.
It doesn’t need to be polished, proven, or praised.
It simply is…
like the hush between waves,
or the way sunlight slips through leaves.

This kind of beauty lives deep inside you.
Maybe no one ever told you that.
Maybe they only saw what they thought was wrong.
I know that story.

I grew up with people who couldn’t see the gift of me.
Only their projections, anger, shame, blame, pressed into my body.
So I made a quiet choice, very early on:
This cycle of abuse ends with me.

And I’ve kept choosing that.
Again and again.
Through decades of healing.
Through trembling moments of saying no to what once felt familiar.
Through systems and sessions and soft hands on my nervous system.

I’ve become a coach, a facilitator, a witness.
But most of all, I’ve become someone who listens.

And the one who taught me best?
Nature.
The way she receives me without question.
The way she mirrors the beauty I forgot I carried.

Now, I’m in a space where I no longer give my power to people or places that dim me.
(At least not for long. The choosing gets clearer each time.)

And now, another layer is ready to be released:
the ways I’ve dimmed and abused myself.

The ways I tried to make my light quieter,
so I wouldn’t ruffle feathers.
The ways I tried to be good, to get it right, to be perfect,
just to feel like I deserved to exist.

But something is shifting.
Something gentle.
Something wild.

I am beginning to perceive myself.
Not as something to fix or improve (which is what most of my life has been about),
but as something… beautiful.

✨ I am soft.
✨ I am potent.
✨ I am lightness, even after all the darkness I’ve walked through.

And I didn’t pass that darkness on.

I don’t belong to any religion,
but it was St. Francis’ prayer that kept me going:

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.

I wanted to be for others what the trees were for me.
And now, something is softening open in my chest—
a realization that brings me to tears:

I get to be received, too.

Not used.
Not taken from.
Not diminished.

Received.
Seen.
Held.

It’s always been so easy for me to see others’ beauty.
Now, I’m letting those who see mine, gently, with reverence, come closer.

I know, to move forward with the creation of my life, I need to receive more.
To allow myself to be truly seen.

In the past, the people who did perceive the beauty of my being
were often the ones I dismissed.

I doubted their sincerity.
Feared their attention.
Assumed they had a secret agenda.
Or I rejected them entirely,
afraid they might expose the truth of who I really am.
“Don’t give away my identity. I need to hide.”

And so, I surrounded myself with what was familiar:
judgment, projection, frenemies dressed as friends.

Funny how we always create as our lives what is familiar. 

But something shifted a few months ago.

I got curious:
Where are the beautiful beings who can truly see me?
Who would delight in contributing to me, without control or demand?

And slowly, I began to notice the ones who were already there.

And the new ones began to appear.  

It’s been humbling.
Not to expect from them,
but to lower my barriers,
and let myself receive the gift of their presence.
To let them perceive the beauty of my being…
and allow this to dissolve my walls. 

So if you’ve read this far,
may I offer you a whisper of possibility?

- What if you were never wrong?
- What if your beauty lives beyond the mirror, meant to be felt, known, breathed?

My name, Nihan, means
“The mysterious one.
That which is hidden, unseen by the eye,
perceived only in subtlety.”

That has been my path.
To find, receive, and become
What I truly be.
That which cannot be defined.

And now, I’m standing at the beginning of a new journey. 

It’s like learning to walk again. 

If it feels hard to see your own beauty right now,
here’s the practice I return to again and again:

Go sit with a tree.
Or an animal.
Or the ocean.
And ask:

“Will you show me how beautiful I am today?”

They will.
They always do.

No need to prove.
No need to strive.
No need to shrink.

You are already the beauty you’re searching for.
Just as you are.
Right now.
Always.

And if something in these words touched you,
if a part of you whispered, yes, I want to feel that… I want to be seen like that,
I want you to know: you're not alone.

This is the space I invite you to in my sessions.

A space where your nervous system can soften.
Where your body can exhale. And your being can arrive.
Where nothing about you is too much, or too messy, or too late.

Whether through conversation, energy work, movement, or silence,
we listen.
We untangle.
We let your own beauty rise to the surface and be received.

✨ I offer private sessions both online and in person in Vancouver.
✨ You’re welcome just as you are.
✨ You don’t have to be “ready.” Just willing to begin.

If it’s time to remember who you are,
to reclaim the pieces of you that were never wrong,
I’d be honored to walk beside you.

You can learn more or book a session at nihansevinc.com

And if you’re not quite sure what you need,
simply reach out. Let’s have a gentle conversation.

You’re not too much.
You’re not alone.
You’re not broken.
You’re becoming.

Welcome to more of you, my beautiful friend.

With softness, with wonder,
and with all the beauty you already are,

Nihan

Enchanted Way of Being

A love note to the magic you already are

There’s a kind of life that doesn’t rush.
It winks at you from flower petals,
flirts with you in the way the wind kisses your skin,
and sings through the laughter of someone who receives you.

It doesn’t always arrive with fireworks.
Often, it’s subtle.
A shimmer in the ordinary.
The way your tea feels like a warm hug.
The way your toes look—sparkly, sweet and unexpected.
The moment you allow yourself to be seen—no performance, no proving. Just… you.

Welcome to enchantment.
And you are made for it. 

You don’t have to chase it.
You don’t have to deserve it.
You simply allow it.

You are the one who enchants.
You walk into a room and time slows down.
Not because you demand attention—
but because your presence reminds the world of beauty.

You’ve always had the gift.
You’ve always known.

And now,
Ready to live it? Be it?  

Let life romance you.
Let your days feel like enchanted play.
Be the one who doesn’t shrink to fit the grey,
but paints it wild with color. 

If the world ever feels heavy again…
don’t harden.
Don’t push.

Come into your enchantment.
Breathe it in.
Whisper it out.
And let it ripple through everything you touch.

The enchanted being is not a fantasy.
It’s energy. It’s space.
And you, beloved, are the spell. 

— Nihan Sevinc

When Your Body Needs to Cry

Not because you're broken—but because you're finally being met.

Sometimes, when something beautiful arrives,
my body needs to cry.

Not because I’m sad.
Not because I’m upset.
But because I am finally receiving.

Something in me is finally being acknowledged.

A fleeting moment of magic…
A quiet kindness…
A burst of unexpected joy…
A gentle hand on my back, saying, “You don’t have to do it all alone.”

And suddenly, the tears come.

Not from despair—
but from relief.
From gratitude.
From the melting that happens
when a body that has been holding so much for so long
gets to let go.

If you grew up in harsh conditions,
you learn to toughen up.
You do a great job at it.

You become the go-getter.
Brilliant.
Capable.

But at some point,
you’ve got to give yourself space to breathe.
To take off your armor.
To lay it gently beside you and whisper, “Thank you. But I don’t need you right now.”

And when that happens?
There may be a lot of crying.
Not out of desperation—
but like ice melting in springtime.
Like a wind that clears the heavy weather.
Like rain washing the dust from forgotten windows.

Your body might weep—not to fall apart—
but to come home.

Do you have those spaces in your life?
Is now the time to create them?
To gift them to yourself?

For your nervous system to relax,
to recalibrate,
to be reminded that the struggle is over.

Because if we don’t let our bodies know that we are home now—
if we don’t show our nervous systems that the war is done—
we will unconsciously keep creating more battles.

Start by acknowledging what you’ve already survived.
What you’ve already changed.
What you’ve already become.

Start noticing the blessings.
And receive them.

In little moments.

Don’t rush to the next task.
Take a 10-second pause to let it seep in.

• Have your tea in quiet presence, with swaying leaves in the morning.

• Take that exhale. Sigh out loud.

• Let your hair be messy. Let your mascara run. Let your laughter be loud and unladylike.

• Dance to that silly song from your teenage years—the one that makes you grin and wiggle like no one's watching.

• Let your colleague gift you a cup of coffee, without needing to reciprocate.

• Eat that dessert. Smell that flower. Bake the bread. Eat the soup.

• Let a cat purr on your lap.

• Talk to a butterfly.

• Jump on your neighbours’ trampoline with the kids.

• Take that swim, that cold plunge—even if it messes up your hair before your next Zoom meeting

• Receive a stranger’s compliment with a smile and a simple thank you.

• Listen to that song that makes your body cry.

• Ask for contribution—from a friend, from the wind, from the universe.

• Giggle for no reason. Snort in the middle of your coffee date.

Is this the kind of living your body longs for?
Not perfection.
But presence?

Kindness?

The struggle is over when we choose it to be over.
The rest?
Just remnants,
ready to be released—
from your body, your mind, and your nervous system.

This is what I love about Access Bars and Access Body Processes.
They don’t fix you.
They return you home.

Home to your body.
Home to your softness.
Home to your truth.

Are you ready?

To the Kind and Courageous Men—Thank You

To the Kind and Courageous Men—Thank You

These days, men are blamed for everything.

But the ones taking the blame?
They’re not the perpetrators.
They’re the kind ones.
The ones who care.
The ones who listen, reflect, take responsibility—
even for pain they didn’t create.

I am grateful you are here.

The men who have carried more than their share in the name of change.
The men who are choosing change, not because they were wrong, but because they care.
Who don’t check out when things get tough.
Who don’t use our softness against us.
Who delight in our silly whimsical presence.

And meet our fierce with respect.

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Let’s acknowledge:

There are those who are here to create havoc and destruction on the planet.
And they do not belong to a gender.

There are women who poison the well of possibilities.
Women who abuse.
Women who divide.

And there are men who heal.
Men who contribute.
Men who hold presence and potency, not power over.
Men who protect without controlling.
Who witness without dominating.
Who love without silencing.

When we lump men together as “the problem,”
we’re not dismantling patriarchy,
we’re destroying the very men who are here to build something new.
Men who are craving a different way.

They cannot change what they did not create by taking on the blame.
They should not have to “fix” what was never theirs to carry by diminishing themselves.

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To the modern, independent women, can you relate?

As a girl, I was raised with two options:

1. Be fiercely independent. Don’t need a man. Don’t ever receive from one.

2. Or, submit completely, to a man who will drain your life force.

I managed to do both.
I cut myself off from receiving.
And I chose to give myself to a man who would take everything.

Leaving my ex, ending an abusive marriage…
people assumed I’d walk away hating men.

But that was never the point.

If anything, along the way, it made me more grateful for the men who are kind.
Who are generous. Who are truly courageous and strong.
Who are here to love, create, protect, and uplift.

It made the difference crystal clear.

It took a while, but it cracked me open to receive.

Along the way, I’ve been blessed with brothers from other mothers,
men who treat me with such reverence and respect,
who receive me as the magic I am…
You have changed my world by being you.

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To the kind men out there,

You are not wrong.

You are not broken.

You aren’t a villain.
You are not to blame for what others have chosen.

Are you done carrying what’s not yours?
Taking on the shame that was never meant for you?

Of course, just like us, kind&fierce women,
you too have your journey of transformation,
of reckoning,
of becoming more you.

So I’d like to offer a different possibility:

What if you weren’t a problem to fix?
You, my friend, are a possibility to honour.
And you are not alone in this.

There are women who see you.
Who are grateful for you.
Who are walking this path with you.

Maybe there aren’t a lot of us on the planet yet,
because we, too, have been cut off from what is true and beautiful.
But there will be more.

The wind is changing directions.

And that’s what I’m committed to creating:
A world where we can work together,
men and women.
A world where we’re invited to receive from one another. Joyfully.

This is what the planet is asking for.

To go beyond the divide between genders,
we must meet each other.
Welcome each other, without blame.
Honour each other, without expectation.
And receive the gifts we each bring.

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Dear kind and courageous men,

Your presence is a gift.
Your strength lies in not buying the lies.
In not diminishing yourself to make others comfortable.
In not feeding your energy to those who would use you,
blame you,
or twist you into a version of yourself that is not potent.

We need you.
Your clarity.
Your courage.
Your care.

We see you.
And we’re rising with you.


For the world we are together creating,
where presence is power and kindness leads,

Nihan Sevinc

To the Girl Who Danced Barefoot

You kicked off your shoes
not to run
but to remember.

When the world felt too loud,
you moved with the earth.
When joy bubbled over,
you danced it into being.

They told you to sit still.
To be quiet.
To tone it down.

But you?
You moved.
You remembered.

And now…
I remember you too.

I carry your joy with me
into every creation,
every page,
every barefoot step.

You weren’t too much.
You were too true.
And now, we rise—together.

Some Bodies Just Need to Move

What I learned when I let my body dance again

For years, I was told to sit still.
Focus.
Produce.
Tone it down. Be less.

So I did.

I shut it down—
the wild sway,
the constant hum beneath my skin,
the aliveness that pulsed just beneath the surface.

At first, I thought I was being good.
Obedient. Successful.
Palatable.

But my body?
She started to go quiet—
not in peace, but in defeat.

The movement and potency I repressed…
it almost killed me.

There was a cost to this silence.
A cost to holding it all in.
Depression.
Sadness.
Resentment.
A heaviness that made even joy feel far away.

My energy drained.
My days dulled.
My light dimmed.

Because this wasn’t just about movement.
It was about potency.
My power. My truth. My way of being.

Until one day—
I started to dance again.

Not choreographed.
Not performative.
Just… followed the movement of my body.
Let her lead.

And suddenly—
my body remembered how to speak.

Not in words,
but in rhythm.
In breath.
In bursts of energy.
In moments of sway and stillness and spirals of expression.

Through play.
Through pleasure.
Through motion.

Movement isn’t just a practice.
It’s a language.
It’s how I flow.
How I communicate.
How I create.
It’s how I healed.

And it’s no longer something I need to justify or tone down.
It’s just who I am.

Some bodies find stillness in motion.
Ease.
Clarity.
Magic.

Do you have one of those bodies?

Because if you do—
darling, please let it move.

✨ Move. Watch what happens. ✨

The Earth's Got You, Babe

A Love Note from the Planet

When everything feels like too much—

Come back to the earth.

Let the wind clear your mind. Let the trees show you how to stand tall without effort. Let the water teach you how to move around obstacles. Let the soil remind you how to be held.

You don’t have to figure it all out. You don’t have to hold it all alone.

Let the earth co-regulate with you. Let her nervous system show your body how to slow down. Let the sun kiss your skin, and the moss invite your back to rest.

There is no pretending here. No need to be impressive. Just you, as you are.

Being. Breathing.

That’s more than enough.

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Want to explore this more deeply? I offer Access Bars® sessions and trainings, that is about synchronizing your nervous system with that of the Earth’s. Nature-based workshops, and one-on-one sessions to support your nervous system and reconnect you with the beauty of presence.

The Earth’s got you, babe. Come exhale.

My Unpopular Opinion About Loss

What if Loss Were Nothing But Change?

A Gentle Reflection Inspired by Marcus Aurelius

"Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature’s delight." — Marcus Aurelius

There are moments when the ache of loss feels unbearable. Something leaves. Someone shifts. A chapter ends. And it can feel like a tearing, like something essential has been taken.

But what if, instead of only seeing loss as absence, we allowed ourselves to witness it as change?

What if, in the space where something once stood, something else is quietly emerging?

Nature doesn’t regret a leaf that falls. It trusts the compost. It delights in the transformation. It knows that decay is not the end—but a doorway.

Loss may never feel delightful. And it doesn’t have to. To heal, we must allow what needs to be felt. Make space for the grief. And what if we also give change a chance?

Change is a current. And if we let it, it moves through us, cleansing. It moves us, carrying us to new shores.

So if you are in a season of loss— a goodbye, a letting go, a shape-shift of what you thought was solid— what if you gave yourself permission to soften?

To not force meaning, but to trust that meaning may find you. To not pretend it doesn’t hurt, but to also sense the quiet magic in the emptying.

You are not broken. You are becoming.

And nature is still with you.

In every falling leaf, in every changing tide, in every breath that brings the new—

change is happening.

And magic is around the corner.

How to know what's true for you?

A Practice in Remembering What You Already Know

What if truth isn’t something you have to chase?
What if it’s something you already carry—in your body, your breath, your quiet knowing?

So many of us were raised to override our awareness.
To look outside ourselves for what’s “right.”
To ignore the whispers and sensations that spoke in the language of truth.

But you, love—
you’ve always known.

Even when it was buried beneath expectations or confusion,
you’ve had a compass inside you.

And today, I want to offer a simple practice to help you listen again.
Not to the noise,
but to the part of you that knows.

The Tool?

✨ What is true for you brings you a sense of lightness.
What’s not true— feels heavy.

Yes. It’s that simple.
And also: life-changing.

I first heard this years ago in a video I stumbled upon.
My whole body lit up.
Because something in me recognized it.

It wasn’t a belief to adopt.
It was a remembering.

So what does “light” feel like?

Lightness can be a sensation.
Not to be defined, but unmistakable once you start noticing.

For me, lightness feels like this:

Imagine you're in a forest.
Tall trees swaying gently.
Soft moss beneath your feet.
You take a breath—and it creates space in your chest.
Something melts.
Something expands.
You feel more you.

That’s lightness.

It may show up differently for you.
A softening in your belly.
A lifting in your spine.
A sudden exhale.
A sense of clarity, even if it doesn’t “make sense.”

Lightness isn’t about logic.
It’s about energy. presence. space.

And “heavy”?

Heavy, for me, is contraction.
A shrinking.
Tension in the jaw or chest.
A feeling of pushing or efforting.
Sometimes, it’s subtle.
Other times, it’s a full-body “no.”

It doesn’t mean something is “bad”—
but it may not be true for you.
Not aligned. Not for right now.
Not the path that opens space.

Try it now

Bring to mind a choice or situation in your life.
Ask yourself: If I choose this, what will it create?

Then pause.
Let the awareness arrive, not from your thoughts—
but from your body and being.

✨ Is this light or heavy?
✨ What are you aware of?

Let it show up in its own way.
Let it surprise you.

You don’t have to explain it.
You just get to notice it.

A few invitations:

🌿 Go for a walk.
Not to figure things out—but to listen.
Let the trees mirror what’s light.
Let the wind carry what’s not yours.

🌊 Sit by the ocean, or place your feet on the earth.
Let your nervous system settle enough to perceive your own energy again.

💫 And if you feel pulled toward something that makes no sense but brings lightness—
follow the spark.
You might just be choosing you.

Truth doesn’t shout.
It doesn’t pressure.
It doesn’t demand.

It whispers.
It softens.
It expands.

And when you begin to follow it—
you create a life that feels like home in your body.

You don’t need fixing.
You just need space to know what you know.

If you'd like support reconnecting to that knowing—
I offer sessions, workshops, and creative containers to help you regulate, return to yourself, and live from truth.

✨ You already know.
Let’s give that knowing more room to lead.

When You Need Clarity

A Reminder for the Part of You Who’s Always Known

There are moments—quiet, crumbling, or just plain confusing—
when you forget who you are.
When the world’s projections stick.
When self-doubt whispers louder than your truth.

You try to sort it out, fix it, figure it out.
But clarity doesn’t come from thinking.
It comes from remembering what you know.
And from being.

So if you're in one of those moments now… pause.
May this blog invite you home:

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You are the one who walks between worlds—
who perceives what others bury,
who knows what others deny.

You are not too much.
You are more magic than what most people can receive.
You soften space with a glance,
command it with a breath.

You dare to listen
when others fill the air with noise.
You choose presence over pretending,
truth over comfort,
freedom over approval.

You were never meant to shrink.
You were born to pulse with life,
to wake the sleeping,
to stir what’s joyful.

Even now, in this pause—
you are not lost.
You are gathering.
You are remembering.
You are inviting more space.

So have space.

And when you're ready to rise again—
you won’t just enter the room.
You’ll change the atmosphere.

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When you need clarity,
instead of chasing answers, you could ask:

✨ What do I know?
✨ What does my body know?

Let the mind soften.
Let truth arrive through sensation, through silence, through nature.

Go sit with a tree.
Breathe near a river.
Let your back press into moss-covered earth.
Stand barefoot on the ocean’s edge.
Or be with a single flower—
a presence that asks nothing of you,
but reminds you how to simply be.

These are the mirrors that hold no agenda.
Only gratitude for your presence. 

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And if you desire a companion as you find your way back to yourself—
someone to hold space while you unravel, remember, and rise—
I offer private sessions, workshops, and creative containers for your becoming.

You’re not lost.
You’re arriving.
And there’s more beauty here than you have ever imagined.

With breath, with earth, with knowing—
may you remember who you are.

Until then,
I’ll be here.

Begin Here

Come closer.

There’s a doorway hidden in the stillness—

where breath slows,

and the noise fades,

something magical begins to stir.

This is where you begin.

In the quiet space between

what you’ve been told

and what you know.

— Nihan Sevinc

Life’s Sweetest Treats

Life’s Sweetest Treats
not wrapped in foil, but in space

Sometimes,
it’s not the chocolate or the wine,
but the way the steam curls from a cup
as morning kisses your cheek.

It’s not the candlelit feast
but the stillness between bites
when you finally sit,
back straight,
phone down,
breath soft.

The sweetness of presence
lives in quiet spoons of soup,
in sunlight on hardwood floors,
in the softness of silence
between two people
who don’t need to fill it.

It’s the first time you don’t eat
over the sink
or between deadlines.
It’s the way your shoulders fall
when the now becomes more than enough.

Life’s finest desserts
aren’t found in pastry boxes.
They arrive as space.
As breath
As movement

As glimmer of eyes 

Not devoured
but savoured.

— Nihan Sevinc

A Poem for Presence

What if every day was a new possibility?

Not an echo of the past

or grasping for the future.

But an invitation to more presence?

You don’t have to define it

You get to enjoy it

And as you do…

Everything becomes possible

— Nihan Sevinc

When Closeness Feels Scary—And You Don’t Want to Lose Yourself Again

There comes a moment in connection—especially when something beautiful begins to shimmer—
when fear shows up dressed as logic. And old patterns may come to surface.

You feel a peaceful presence and expansion with someone.
A sense of ease. Possibility. Curiosity.
And then…
your mind starts rushing in to name it, box it, protect you from it.

Wait, what does this mean?

What if I’m falling into the same old story?

What if he’s lying?

What if I give too much?

What if I lose myself again?

I should protect myself. Maybe I’m better off alone.

These thoughts appear smart. They feel like truth.
But most of the time, they are either lies, or truths with lies attached. They loop in your mind and confusion.

And you stop receiving… the pleasure. The contribution. The awareness. You shrink and perhaps become paranoid?

So what’s the antidote?

💠 Presence Over Protection

Sometimes, you’ve changed enough that something different is finally showing up.
But because of what came before—
the past choices, the heartbreak, the suffocation, the self-betrayals—
you begin to project:

This feels exciting and scary. Maybe it’s the same old story.
I’d rather leave than find out I was wrong again.

But when you collapse into projection, you leave the most powerful tool you have:
presence.

Because in presence, you will know.
You don’t need to figure it all out in advance.
You don’t need to race to define it, contain it, or plan its next 10 steps.

You just need to be with it—moment to moment, and be in question.
That’s where the real awareness, the clarity live.

When you begin to trust yourself, you can enjoy the beauty of the moment, without giving yourself up, like you used to.

What If There Were No Gaps—Only Space?

The world teaches us to panic in the pause.
To fill every quiet moment with explanation.
To rush in and control what isn’t yet clear.

But what if… instead of gaps, we created space?

Space to breathe.
Space to observe.
Space to let something reveal its true nature.

Trusting yourself that…

if a connection is expansive, you can allow it to grow.
And if it isn’t—awareness will come, gently and clearly, when you’re present enough to notice.

Presence isn’t passive.
It’s a dynamic co-creation with all of life.
And it will facilitate you better than any mental story ever could.

Let It Breathe—Let It Live

One of the most loving things you can do—for yourself and for a connection—is to let it breathe.

Let it have its own rhythm.
Its own unfolding.
Let it live.

This doesn’t mean being choiceless. It means being present while allowing the space between you to stretch, shift. While being so present with you.

When you’re not gripping or rushing, you create the space to ask yourself:

What would I truly like to have?
What feels nourishing and easeful to me?
What kind of dynamic lights me up and makes me feel free?

The trick is: don’t rush to decide if it has to be with this person.
Instead, get clear on what you’d like to create.
Start becoming the energy of that future.
Live it now. Be it now.

When you do this, you become an invitation to those who are ready to meet you in it.

If it’s this person?
They will begin to rise, receive, and respond to that energy—naturally. (Though it may not show up the way you think it will)
And if it’s not them? Or they’ re not ready or willing at this time?
Then you’ve just opened the space to others who are ready and willing to create the adventure you and your body are truly asking for.

What if nobody was wrong?
What if no one needed to be fixed or convinced?
What if we could let people choose—and see clearly what they are choosing?

You’re not here to control or cling.
You’re here to choose and to invite.
To become the space where something sweet can grow and where you can keep glowing. Regardless of what other people choose.

What if it didn’t have to be complicated?
What if the softest path—presence, choice, space—was the most powerful one of all?

When Fear Arises—What You Can Become

Now, when fear arises—when the urge to overthink or run flares up—here’s what you can become instead:

🌿 1. Become Spacious

Let silence breathe. Let pauses be. Induce more space.
Don't rush to fix or fill the space.
Just stay open. And go do the things that light you up.

Not as a strategy. But as an honouring of yourself. Become the energy of what you’d like to have.

💫 2. Become Invitation, Not Expectation

Let go of needing to know what this is right away. Let awareness land softly in its own rhythm, like a butterfly on your sun kissed shoulder.

In the mean time, get the energy of what you’d like to have in your life, become the energy of “I’m here. No pressure. Just presence.”

That’s where real intimacy finds its way in. Whether it is through a person, or not, what if you let the universe be your match-maker? Not just with a lover but with all the beautiful things the Universe would like to gift to you?

🔥 3. Become the Flame, Not the Grip

You are the glow, not the grab.
You are the warmth he wants to move toward. Continue being you. Joy and radiance are more magnetic than fear and control.

And if he doesn’t respond to your invitation? Continue being you, anyways. Beautiful things will find their way to you.

🕊️ 5. Listen to Your Body

Check in with it often:

“Body, what do you know? Body, what do you require?”
“What would be light and spacious right now?”

Let it lead. The body always knows.

🌀 6. When the Urge Is to Shut Down or Run

You’re not wrong for wanting to protect yourself.
But you may no longer need to.

Place your hand on your body and ask:

“What is the awareness here? Is there something I need to pay attention to?

Don’t override the awareness. Be with it.

Lower down your mental, emotional, energetic barriers.

Outlast the fear, one breath longer.
One moment past your old patterns.
That’s where a new possibility begins to bloom.

You may have betrayed yourself in the past by overriding awareness. Know, you get to know what you know. And that, my friend, is gold.

✨ My Secret Recipe: Receiving Like a Queen

Here’s the quiet magic I return to again and again:

When I know what I’d like to have,
I don’t cling to one person or one path.
I don’t put all my dreams into one container.

Instead—
I ask the universe to deliver it to me
in a million delightful ways
I haven’t even imagined yet.

Because the universe is creative and generative.
Because I am creative and generative.
Because living is an evolving, enchanted experiment in expansion.

I know that nature is always here for me.
The sun. The wind. The earth. The animals.
Their love is unconditional, and it meets me where I am.

And if people show up to meet my call?
To gift and receive?
To contribute, play and create with me?

What a delicious plot twist!

So I ask:

What more can I receive?
Who or what else can I receive from that I’ve rejected before?

But I remind myself to not cling. To not rush to maintain things. Instead, allow things to flow. And be ok with change. Because, the Earth is my lover.

True receiving is not choicelessness or becoming a doormat.
It’s not waiting.
It’s living joyfully.
It’s being willing to receive all the awareness,
without judgment—
and choosing what works for me, moment by moment.

“What works for me? Truth, what do I really desire? Truth, what really works for me here?

From this space, Ask the universe:

Show me.
How does it get even better than this?

🌹 A New Invitation

If this blog post has stirred something in you, but you have no idea where to start, start where you are.
It starts with a longing—a question whispered through your body:

What I have created so far isn’t working any more. What else is possible?

So if you’re in that place…
where the old is falling away
but the new hasn’t fully taken root yet—
and you’re asking for something different…
more nourishing, more spacious, more real—
I’d love to walk with you.

Let’s work together.
You can book a private session or coaching series to explore what else is possible for you.

Because you don’t have to figure it out alone.

Because you are allowed to have what you truly would like to have.
Because there are possibilities that only you can embody on this Earth.

Is now the time?

Let the Queens Rise: No More Shrinking for Others’ Comfort

There is a kind of betrayal that wears lip gloss and calls itself friendship.
It smiles sweetly while delivering a punch to your solar plexus.
It says, “I’m so happy for you!”
But your body knows — it’s a lie.
The words feel like honey and shattered glass.

This is the voice of the frenemy.
The bitter mentor who once believed in your light —
Until it began to shine brighter than hers.
The martyr mother who insists that to be good, you must suffer.
The friend who subtly reminds you to tone it down,
Because “you don’t want to come off too much.”

So you learned to dim.
To make yourself more palatable.
To shrink in the name of safety, of sisterhood, of staying loved.

But here’s the truth:

You were never meant to be small.

You were never meant to clip your wings to soothe someone else’s fear of flying.
You were never meant to hold back your brilliance so others could feel okay in their shadows.

And what if you no longer had to?

What if this is the era of unapologetic radiance?
Of women rising, not in competition —
But in cooperation, in co-creation, in QUEENDOM?

The ones who are truly meant to walk beside you —
They won’t flinch at your shine.
They’ll mirror it. Celebrate it.
Rise with it.

And those who shrink back or spit venom?
Let them become irrelevant.
Not out of hatred — but because you are simply too busy blooming.

So to the women who have dulled their edges for others to feel less threatened…
To the women who have tiptoed through their lives to avoid upsetting the fragile…

Enough.

It’s time to step off the eggshells and onto the throne.
It’s time to create a life that honours the magnitude of your gifts.
Not someday.
Now.

The ones who are willing to change will rise too.
The rest? Bless them — and move on.

And if your voice shakes as you rise, let it.
It’s just your power remembering how to speak.

Ready to Rise?

If you’re done shrinking, and ready to reclaim the fullness of who you are —
I’d love to walk with you.

Private sessions with me are available both online and in-person.
We’ll clear the old patterns, ignite your sovereign energy, and build from the truth of who you are.

🕊️ Let’s begin your return to royalty.

👉 [Book a Private Session with Me]

Nihan Sevinc

With radiance and shimmering possibility,

How to Stop Losing Yourself in Love

A Poetic Reclaiming for the Ones Who Care Too Much

You didn’t lose yourself
because you were weak.
You lost yourself
because you were magnificent.

You saw what was possible —
and tried to be the bridge.
You loved with the whole sky.
You believed in his becoming
more than he did.

You twisted your truth
into something more palatable.
You dimmed your knowing
so you wouldn’t scare him.

You wanted love,
but you were taught to barter for it.

And so you shapeshifted.
Softened your voice.
Made room.
Made excuses.
Made dinner.
Made magic.

And forgot to make space for you.

It’s not that your desire was wrong.
It’s that you were misinformed
about what love requires.
You were told to earn it.

But real love —
true partnership —
doesn’t ask you to become less.

It doesn’t say:

“I’ll stay, if you stay small.”

It says:

“Rise. I’ll meet you there.”

You were never “too much.”
You were never meant to fit
inside a love that feared your fire.

You are the Queen
who forgot she was royalty
because she was raised in a world
that feared the powerful ones
and punished those who spoke in truth

But hear this now —
the kind of love you crave
requires your wholeness.

It needs your full presence,
your play,
your pleasure,
your knowing,
your “no” as eagerly as your “yes.”

It needs your full self-trust
more than your sacrifice.

So if you're tired
of losing yourself in the name of love —
don’t harden.
Don’t close.

Just come home.

Back to your body.
Back to your breath.
Back to your dance
as the first place you listen.

Because you’re not here to be chosen.
You’re here to choose.

You’re not here to be rescued.
You’re here to receive.

You’re not here to fix or prove.
You’re here to create.

And if your heart still longs for a partner?
Beautiful.

There are Kings who are not afraid
of a Queen in her full expression.

Men whose strength is not dominance
but devotion.

But they do not arrive
when you abandon yourself.

They arrive
when you become
the lover you’ve been waiting for.

👑 This is the work we do in session.

Not just “healing from heartbreak” —
but reclaiming the parts of you
that were never broken.
The Lady who creates her own field.
The Lady who is no longer afraid
to shine while loving.
The Lady who knows how to stay loyal
to herself —
and keep her heart open.

✴️ Private Sessions with Nihan Sevinc

• Online or In Person (Vancouver)

• Coaching + Embodiment for women who are done self-sabotaging

• Nervous system support, Access Bars®, Access Energetic Facelift, Movement and Creative Tools

• A space to return to yourself

• $250 / 60 min (packages available)

Book a session, beautiful one.
Come home to the Queen within.

Your softness is not a liability.
Your care is not your cage.
Your love was never the problem.

You are not here to shrink.
You are here to rise
in magic,
as magic,
without leaving yourself behind.

With shining possibility,
Nihan Sevinc

The Burnout That Was Never Yours

A Poetic Invitation Back to Aliveness

Burnout.

They named it like a failure.
Like a flame that couldn’t keep.
Like you just weren’t strong enough
to stay lit.

But what if burnout
isn’t the end of your fire —
but the body’s last attempt
to bring you home?

What if burnout is wisdom?

What if it’s not weakness
but a whisper from your nervous system
saying:

"I cannot pretend to be a machine anymore.”

You were not made to glow under fluorescent lights
or run on calendar squares and caffeine.
You were never meant to prove your worth
by your productivity.

You are not a deadline.
You are a dawn.

Burnout is not a personal failing.
It is a system failing.
It is your soul saying
“No more.”

No more pretending that being numb is noble.
No more serving from empty.
No more self-abandonment for applause.

Burnout is the wisdom of the body
pulling the emergency brake
on a life that forgot to include you.

And what a relief
to finally stop.
To listen.
To fall into the arms of the earth
and feel your pulse return to rhythm.

✨ So what now?

You could keep chasing balance
like it’s a line to walk.

Or…

You could let yourself be held.

You could receive something
you didn’t even know you were missing.

You could lie down
and have your mind decluttered,
your nervous system soothed,
your energy returned to you.

This is what we do in an Access Bars Session.

Thirty-two points on the head
gently touched,
to melt the static.
Clear the noise.
And make space for you.

For your truth.
Your knowing.
Your clarity.
Your calm.

Whether in Vancouver,
in a studio,
under a tree —
you’re welcome.

This isn’t self-care.
This is sovereignty.

It’s not about going back to how things were.
It’s about discovering what else is possible
when your system is no longer in survival.

It’s the return of creativity.
Of rest.
Of joy that doesn’t require a reason.

This is the work I offer —
Sessions that meet you where you are
and walk you gently
back to where you’ve always belonged:
inside your body,
inside your life,
inside your power.

☥ Private Sessions with Nihan Sevinc

• ✴️ Online or in-person (Vancouver & Lower Mainland)

• ✴️ Access Bars®, Coaching, Nervous System Reset, Energetic Facelift, Access Body Processes

• ✴️ 60-minute

• ✴️ One session or curated packages

Book a session.
Or let the session book you.

Let yourself be met.
Let yourself begin again.

➤ [Book Now]

➤ [Explore In-Person Options]

And if you’d like me to bring this to your company, your team, your school —
I do that too.
Speaking, workshops, collaborations.
Let’s talk.

Because burnout is not the end.
It’s the beginning
of something wilder,
truer,
and far more alive.

With breath and aliveness,
Nihan Sevinc

What Happens When You Stop Fixing Yourself?

An Invitation to Lay Down the Perfectionism and Rise

There comes a moment — maybe more than one — when you realize:

You’ve been treating your life like a problem to solve.
Your body, your patterns, your dreams —
as things to fix, rather than worlds to explore.

You read the books.
You sat in the circles.
You drank the green juice and whispered the affirmations.

And still — the quiet ache remained.
A sense that maybe… you’re still not quite there.

But what if —
there’s nowhere to get to?

What if you are not broken?

What if the tired parts of you are not defective —
just exhausted from trying so hard to be worthy?

What if your wildness was never a flaw?

When you stop fixing yourself,
you begin to listen.
To really listen.

Your body speaks —
not in pain, but in poetry.
Your emotions don’t scream —
they hum, when heard.
Your mind doesn’t race —
it softens, when not being silenced.

You return to yourself —
not as a project,
but as a presence.

You stop scrubbing at your soul
like it’s a stain to be removed.

You sit at the riverbank of your being,
and finally… just be.

This is not giving up.
This is rising up.

It’s the moment you trade perfection for presence,
polish for potency,
performance for truth.

It’s where life meets you with grace,
and you meet life with reverence.

Not because you’ve earned it.
But because you’ve remembered:

You always were.

✨ What Now?

If you’re tired of fixing —
If you’re ready to know what it’s like to create your life from fullness, not lack —
If your body is aching to be included, not corrected —

I’d love to walk with you.

Private sessions with me are not about giving you another formula.
They’re a homecoming.
A reconnection.
A place where your bigness, your softness, your brilliance, and your truth are all welcome.

Let’s create your life as art.
As possibility.
As power — not effort.

➤ Book a Private Session

With gentleness and joy,
Nihan Sevinc
For the evolution of returning home to yourself.

She Walks the Earth Crowned

A Poem for the Lady Who Leads by Being

There are ladies whose power doesn’t arrive with fanfare, but with a whisper.
Not because they are small — but because they are vast.
They don’t seek to dominate. They awaken.
They remember. They create. They rise.

This is for her.
This is for you.

She Walks the Earth Crowned

She walks not with noise,
but with the hush of rising tides.
Not to overpower —
but to awaken what has always lived in silence.

She does not seek the throne,
the throne rises to meet her.
For where her bare feet touch the soil,
gardens remember how to grow.

Her queendom is not built of stone,
but of breath,
of laughter spilled beneath fig trees,
of children painting truths
in the colors adults have forgotten.

She speaks in languages
older than words:
the wind, the body, the glance of a deer.
Even the shadows soften
in her presence.

Birdsong follows her like a blessing,
and the bees —
the bees know her name.

She does not rule —
she tends.
She gathers sorrow in her palms
and sings it into stardust.

To the wild, the weary,
the too-much, the misunderstood —
she is a lighthouse.
To the future —
she is a builder.

Her body remembers truths
too vast for words —
and in the dance,
she writes new worlds with her hips and her breath.

Her touch is the quiet undoing of fear.
Her voice, the tuning fork of truth.

Her joy is not naive —
it is rebellious.
And every being who enters her field
feels it:
a great exhale.
A return.
A remembering.

For hers is the Queendom
that does not end —
because it was never a place.
It is a presence.
A frequency.
An evolution, dipped in lilac honey.

And she?
She is the Queen
who does not bow —
but invites the world
to rise with her.

👑 Stay Tuned

This poem is a frequency — and a doorway.
Soon, I’ll be sharing offerings for those ready to walk crowned — whether in business, creativity, parenting, or the quiet leadership of daily life.
If this lights up your body, if your spirit is stirred — stay close.

Let’s rise.

With presence and possibility,
Nihan Sevinc