Tag: rituals

Dear Lovestar,

There was a moment when I realized that if I waited to feel “ready,” Lovestar Temple would never exist. I would keep writing love poems in the cracks of my day, mothering five children, scrolling past other people’s dreams, and telling myself I needed more time, more money, more structure, more permission. But under all of that, there was a softer, truer confession: I was afraid of being seen as what I really am, a priestess of the feminine body-temple, a woman who turned her own desire for ritual into a living sanctuary.​

I grew up in the church, where ritual had a time, a place, and a building. I miss that sometimes: the predictable rhythm, the way you always knew when the candles would be lit and the songs would rise. That cadence shaped my nervous system. It taught me that ritual is not just “woo”; it is structure, medicine, calendar, container. But as a working mother of five, those old forms of ritual no longer fit my life. I do not have two hours to prepare elaborate altars every week. I have ten minutes in my bathroom. I have the walk from the kitchen to the laundry. I have the curve of my own hip and the softness of my own voice. Somewhere along the line, I realized: what if my body is the sanctuary now?​

Lovestar Temple was born from that question. It is my mission-led, ongoing experiment in turning a human woman’s life into a temple of love. The “Temple” is not a distant marble building; it is the way I treat my body when I am tired, the way I speak to my reflection, the way I write to you about love, goddess, and desire. It is the poetry I share on Facebook and Threads, the free ebooks I give away, the romantasy tales and goddess activations that invite you back into your own softness and power. Lovestar Temple is my promise to keep choosing this path publicly, even when my voice shakes.​

Starting this business terrifies me because it is not a mask; it is my real heart. There is no safe distance between “brand” and “being.” So I made a quiet oath for 2026: to stop using fear as proof I should wait, and start using fear as proof that I am entering holy ground. Every time the fear voice says, “Who do you think you are?” I answer, “I am the woman who was lonely for ritual and built herself a temple.” And I offer that temple to you, not as something you must believe in, but as a mirror. Your body is a temple, too. Your longing is an altar. Your daily life can become a ritual of love. Lovestar Temple is simply one way I am learning to live that truth out loud, so you never have to walk back to your own temple alone.

Hugs,

Eve