Tecca, a Black woman with long braids sits upright on soft pillows. She gazes into the distance with a smile on her face. She looks warm, welcoming, and strong.
An illustrated branch with leaves curls upwards, framing the image of Tecca
An illustrated branch with leaves curls downward.
A cursive text reads Hello Beautiful Soul

Rest is a slow, quiet pathway to liberation.
It doesn’t rush. It doesn’t demand. It leads us home.

Handdrawn dots separate the text.

I’m Tecca Thompson, The Rested Black Woman.

I create sacred spaces where Black women can soften, grieve, heal, and come home to themselves through somatic practice, nervous system care, and storytelling that honors our truth. I weave story, breath, and somatics to guide women into embodied rest and deeper self-trust.

My work is rooted in rest as liberation, guided by the wisdom that we don’t have to earn rest. We only have to remember it. Through retreats, coaching, and my signature method The Soft Return, I help women reclaim rest as a birthright and spiritual practice.

With Softness

-Tecca

Find your feet on the ground, notice where your body touches your seat.
Place one hand on your heart and the other on your belly,
take three breaths, and notice what you feel.

Tecca looks restful, wearing soft earth toned clothing with her face turned toward the light, her eyes closed.

The Soft Return is how we come home. Slowly, gently, truthfully.

What if we created ecosystems
rooted in care, in nourishment, in reciprocity -
systems that carried themselves,
systems that knew:
we all must thrive for the whole to be well.

Because you can rest.
And when you rise -
not out of urgency,
but from deep restoration -
you and your sisters will create.
A new world.
A soft one.
A sovereign one.
Ours.

Beloved Black Women

I’m a space holder weaving story, breath, and somatics to create healing spaces rooted in embodied rest, deep self-truth, and soft power.

Because when we gather to remember, we rise. Not because of how much we carry, but because of what we’re finally willing to lay down.

That “strong Black woman” label? It was never a compliment. It was a twisted lie, born from the cruelty of forced labor, carried through generations, and dressed up as praise.

But survival is not the same as strength. And we are done calling exhaustion a virtue. We are done expecting strength from one another. Done praising exhaustion. That’s not liberation. That’s the lie.

Together, we write a new story.

Black Women are gathered in a circle around candles, cards, and flowers in deep discussion.

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