Hey, Look: A Kairos Moment at Killam’s Point Ecstatic Dance in Connecticut

At Killam’s Point in Connecticut, during a shoreline ecstatic dance with DJ Flavya, rhythms carried us on a journey of presence and feeling. the vibrations seemed to slow time itself, weaving us into a collective flow that held both stillness and movement.

I found myself in a Kairos moment like this by the rest tent — where movement, music, and community wove together into something unforgettable.

Some moments in life arrive like lightning bolts — clear, powerful, unforgettable. Others arrive like whispers, slow and spacious, carrying the kind of meaning you only notice when you pause long enough to feel it.

This is the story of one of those moments.

A few weeks ago, I invited my bestie, Missy, to join me at the Ecstatic Dance at Killam’s Point. I knew she’d be into it — and I was so excited when she said yes.

What I didn’t expect was the way she showed up. Not only did she come ready to move, she also brought gifts for the community — items to make the “rest tent” feel more like a sanctuary. I thought she might bring a few blankets. Instead, she pulled up with a carload of vibes and even two helpers to set it all up. She gave generously, with that steady, crafty energy she carries, and before I knew it, the tent was transformed.

Later that day, something happened that I’ll never forget.

We were moving freely together barefoot on the “dance floor" when time suddenly seemed to slow down. Missy turned to me, motioned toward the tent, and said simply:

“Hey, look.”

I followed her gaze thinking there was something wrong— and saw what she meant after witnessing: people resting, wrapped in the beauty we provided. The music of dj flavya, the movement, the stillness — it all felt suspended, like a Kairos moment. Not the clock kind of time, but the sacred time, where everything lines up and you know you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

It struck me that this was more than just a tent, or an ecstatic dance, or a single day. It was a manifestation of both of our personal healing journeys — the passions, the joys, the creativity we each carry. The dance, the music, the design, the beauty, the rest.

And beyond the blankets and the helpers and the transformation of the tent, Missy gave me something even more valuable — her unwavering presence. The support of a friend who truly gets you is invaluable. Her uplifting humor, her loving compassion, and the way she brings me back to my truth are gifts I’ll never take for granted.

This moment reminded me that leadership doesn’t always look like standing at the front of the room.

Sometimes it looks like serendipitous collaboration, like friendship, like generosity. Sometimes it looks like saying “hey, look” and helping someone see what’s possible.

Amy and Missy at the Rest Tent, Killam’s Point Ecstatic Dance in Connecticut

This is why I keep showing up for rest and community.

Because when we bring our gifts together — beauty, movement, music, rest — we create something bigger than ourselves. Something unforgettable.

This is what Nidra Babes is about:

nourishing those Kairos moments where we remember that together, we are whole. Events like REST Fest continue this vision — read more about it here.

Moments like this remind me that dance, rest and community go hand in hand — and that’s exactly what we’re creating with the Nidra Babes community.

A Letter of Reverence: Rest, Mentorship, and the Birth of Nidra Babes

There are people who shape your life so deeply words never seem quite enough.

This is a letter of reverence for one of those people: Scott Moore—poet, jazz lover, Yoga Nidra teacher, and heart-led mentor. Scott didn’t just teach me how to rest. He held space for me to become. To unravel. To rebuild. To create something extraordinary from the raw material of my own authenticity.

When I joined his mentorship program

I was a woman on the edge of massive transition. I had ideas—lots of them—and also doubts. I worried about being too much. Too emotional. Too nonlinear. Too sensitive. Too "off-task." But Scott? He never flinched.

Instead, he welcomed all of me. Every session felt like a nourishing exhale. His presence wasn’t performative—it was permission-giving. He didn’t coach from a pedestal. He mentored from beside me. Gently. Steadily. With unwavering belief in my gifts. He saw my “mad skills,” as he put it. He made me feel celebrated, not just tolerated.

And somehow, he made business strategy feel sacred.

Every recap email he sent after our sessions? Not your average follow-up. They read like poetic jam sessions—filled with insights, encouragement, humor, and clarity. Honestly, they were like sacred scrolls.

Scott Moore didn’t give me confidence. He gave me something better: a mirror. A reminder. A remembering. The gift of seeing myself clearly—unfiltered, real, whole. And that changed everything.

There are some experiences that shift the entire trajectory of your life—not through force or formulas, but through presence. Through poetry. Through being seen.

Working one-on-one with Scott Moore was one of those experiences.

It wasn’t a business coaching program. It was a portal—into expansion, authenticity, and ease. A sacred container for who I was becoming. And a mirror for the self I hadn’t yet fully met.

Scott isn’t simply a mentor. He’s a teacher with soul-deep wisdom. He brings his entire heart into mentorship—his reverence, rhythm, and radical capacity to hold space without agenda.

One of the things Scott says often is: “everything is yes and everything is love.”

And he lives it.

Every emotion I brought to our sessions—fear, grief, brilliance, joy, doubt, divine downloads—was met with exactly that energy. Yes, and love.

He didn’t fix or redirect me. He invited me to feel into the moment without succumbing to people-pleasing, pressure, or performance. He modeled how to pause without apology.

And just when I thought I was spiraling, he’d deliver a jaw-dropping truth bomb—poetic, precise, and with cosmic humor.

That’s why I call him Mic Drop Scott. Because working with him is a mic drop every time. 

We quickly created a bond built on trust and shared reverence for Yoga Nidra. It was a connection that felt ancient, familiar, and sometimes otherworldly.

His guidance wasn’t just cerebral—it came from a deeper knowing

stirred by presence, that allowed doubt to dissolve and clarity to blossom.

He celebrated my “mad skills” (his words) and never let me forget them—even when I did.

One of the greatest gifts I revisit again and again is what comes after our sessions: The follow-up emails. Not average check-ins, but poetic recaps,

energetic integrations, and loving nudges infused with insight and celebration.

They captured our session’s essence with clarity, humor, and that signature Scott cadence that made the impossible feel inevitable:

They made me feel capable. They reminded me I didn’t have to do it alone. And even when the next steps felt daunting, the message was always: you’ve got this, and I see you.

Those emails alone could’ve been a masterclass in mentorship.

It’s that blend—deep listening, real business strategy, spiritual presence, poetic impact—that makes Scott more than a mentor.

And at one point—(in what I imagined would be our last call) without hesitation or condition—he said:

“You have a biz wingman for life.”

That gift was everything. It wasn’t just the mentorship—it was the certainty I wasn’t walking this path alone. That someone with wisdom, humility, and real tools was in my corner.

That kind of steady belief rewires your nervous system. It reconfigures self-trust. It grounded everything I’ve built since.

In those six months (and beyond, because yes—Scott is my “biz wingman for life”), something else was quietly, powerfully being born:

Nidra Babes. & Lil’ Nidra Babes.

This mentorship journey cracked open a new rhythm in me. A rhythm of rest. Of alignment. Of deeply trusting that what I’m here to do begins with slowing down, not speeding up.

Nidra Babes isn’t simply a business. It’s the embodiment of everything I learned through rest, through witnessing, through the beautiful discomfort of growing in sacred space. It's the invitation I now extend to other women

who lead—moms, CEOs, healers, educators, creators—to pause, recalibrate, and reconnect with their inner knowing.

And Lil’ Nidra Babes? That’s the extension of this sacred rest into the next generation. A playful, heart-centered way to introduce school-aged children to the power of stillness, imagination, and nervous system regulation—through Yoga Nidra audio bundles and Creative Calm fill-in-the-blank stories. (You can find those here, if you’re curious.)

Scott taught me that when you mentor from a place of “everything is yes and everything is love,” you unlock more than potential—you unlock power. Real, gentle, unstoppable power.

He always reminds me that authenticity is the secret sauce—

that showing up as me is the wind in the sails of my business. That simple truth, offered with such reverence, became the foundation for all I now share through Nidra Babes.

So here’s to the people who remind us who we are. Here’s to rest as a strategy. Here’s to choosing alignment over urgency. Here’s to the mentors who don’t just teach us how to build—but how to be.

And if you’ve ever wondered what’s possible when you pause long enough to hear your soul whisper… Come rest with me.

Visit NidraBabes.com—a space born from rest, rooted in authenticity.

And Scott—thank you. For modeling soulful strategy

For honoring emotions as messengers. For proving that mentorship can feel like music.

Thank you for whispering truth in moments I wanted to run. For walking with me through the birth of this vision. And for reminding me that the path of rest, creativity, and authenticity is not just valid—it’s visionary.

— Amy