When I first received the diagnosis, I felt betrayed by my body.

I had spent years teaching embodiment, feminine movement, the wisdom of tuning into the body’s language—and suddenly I was in a body that felt foreign. A body I didn’t trust. A body that had changed the course of my life in a single sentence.

But slowly… quietly… she began to speak again.

Not in the ways I was used to. Not in sensual sway or movement. But in stillness. In aches. In tears. In dreams. She wasn’t punishing me—she was calling me deeper.

Back to presence.
Back to truth.
Back to the quiet, raw, holy intelligence that lives beneath the noise.

I came to understand that the feminine isn't defined by how "well" we feel or how "strong" we appear. Feminine energy is about our capacity to feel everything—to grieve, to rage, to soften, to open. It's about holding ourselves in compassion when we feel broken, and finding beauty in the tenderness of survival.

My body reminded me: healing isn't linear. It's cyclical. It's sacred. And even in pain, there is power.

So now, when I speak of sensuality and sacred presence, I’m no longer speaking only of pleasure. I’m speaking of intimacy with life itself—the full spectrum.

And I’ll be sharing more of that through PattyContenta.com not just teachings on femininity, but invitations to remember that your body, in every state, is an altar.

If you’re on a journey of healing or self-reconnection, I want to remind you:

You’re not behind.
You’re not broken.
You’re on sacred ground.