God Doesn’t Make Mistakes — A Queer Reflection on Liberation, Letting Go & Coming Home to Ourselves
Here we are, deep into Pride Month — a time of color, visibility, resistance, joy, and truth. For many of us in the queer and trans communities, Pride isn’t just a party. It’s not just a moment of celebration. It’s a reclamation. A remembering. A radical act of being exactly who we are in a world that often tells us we shouldn’t be.
And this week — as the rainbow flags wave and the parades continue — I find myself sitting with this practice, this reflection, this deep truth:
God doesn’t make mistakes.
And yet…
There have been so many moments in my life when I wasn’t so sure.
I’ve thought:
“Was I put in the wrong body?”
“Maybe they’re right — maybe I’m not supposed to exist like this.”
“Maybe I am a mistake.”
It’s taken me years of breathwork, therapy, movement, and meditation to soften those voices (Which still persist). To understand that those doubts didn’t come from my soul — they came from the world. From a culture steeped in fear, control, and oppression. From systems invested in making people like me feel small, wrong, and unworthy.
And so I return, again and again, to the practice of remembering:
I was not a mistake. You were not a mistake. None of us are.
Now, when I say God, I don’t mean the God of my childhood. I don’t mean a man on a cloud, or a particular religious figure. For me, “God” is simply whatever force brought us into being — the energy behind existence, the essence that births stars and bones and breath. The Mystery.
Call it the Universe, Source, Spirit, Life, the Great Mother, the Cosmic Web — whatever name fits. But know this:
It didn’t, doesn’t, and will not make mistakes.
I am not a woman trapped in a man’s body. I am not broken or disordered or wrong.
I am a radiant, evolving, intelligent, tender, quirky, sometimes messy, sometimes joyful, ever-becoming trans woman — exactly as I was meant to be.
And you, too, beloved — exactly who you are in this moment — were meant to be.
With your longings, your flaws, your brilliance, your sorrows, your resilience.
We are not mistakes. We are sacred beings living this particular human life for a reason — learning, growing, stumbling, awakening. This body, this identity, this time in history — all of it is part of the path.
This is the work of liberation.
And it’s not easy work. It’s not about bypassing pain or pretending injustice doesn’t exist. Quite the opposite.
It’s about facing this world as it is — with all its beauty and all its brokenness — and saying:
I will not let this world make me smaller than my soul.
It’s about recognizing that liberation doesn’t mean pretending suffering doesn’t happen. It means refusing to be ruled by it.
It means choosing love, again and again, even when the world teaches hate.
It means seeing even those who oppress us as humans caught in their own pain — not to excuse their actions, but to keep our hearts from becoming hardened.
Because — if I replicate the behavior of homophobes and transphobes — if I meet hate with hate — I only perpetuate the same cycles of separation. And my soul longs for wholeness, not division.
Oppressed people carry a unique wisdom. We know what it means to survive without belonging. We know the power of chosen family. We know how to hold both grief and joy in the same breath.
We can teach the world about love — not a naive, fluffy love — but a fierce, grounded, liberating love that says:
I will not be destroyed by your ignorance. I will not abandon my humanity because you have abandoned yours. I will continue to live in my fullness because God. Doesn’t. Make. Mistakes.
And so this week, this practice for me — and perhaps for you — is about letting go.
Letting go of the idea that the world should be different than it is.
Letting go of the need to control others or the future.
Letting go of old stories that tell us we are wrong or broken.
Letting go of resentment, because carrying that weight holds us back.
Letting go of the desire for perfection — in ourselves, in others, in this life.
And instead:
Returning to this moment — messy, beautiful, painful, sacred.
Opening the heart to compassion — for ourselves first, and then outward.
Embracing the deep truth of our being — just as we are.
This is the practice of liberation.
It is not passive. It is not easy. It is daily work.
And it is the most worthy work I know.
As I prepare to go on vacation next week (yes, even this tender-hearted queer hypnotist needs to rest!), I want to invite you to join me for one more practice together before I go:
Come move, breathe, and let go with me.
Let’s make space for more freedom.
Let’s release what’s no longer serving us.
Let’s soften the heart and remind ourselves of this great truth:
We are not mistakes. We are miracles.
Whether you’ve been practicing with me for a while, or you’re brand new and a little nervous — you are welcome. Come exactly as you are.
Glittering or tired. Joyful or aching. Certain or skeptical.
Together, let’s remember:
None of us are free until all of us are free.
And every breath, every practice, brings us closer.
With so much love, with so much Pride,
✨ Aza Rose ✨
Join me this week
Thursday 4:30 PM Queer Flow
Free Vinyasa Style Class happening every Thursday at Live Beyond Limit
Thursday 6:30 PM Foundations
Come explore the foundations of Yoga Thursdays at Live Beyond Limit
Friday @ Noon Vinyasa
Come flow with me as we work toward headstand this week at Live Beyond Limit
Saturday 7:00 PM 18+ Big Gay Variety Show
Support some amazing performers. We have aerialists, poets, drag artists, musicians and so much more at Live Beyond Limit
Sunday @ 1:30 PM Yin Yoga
Slow down and sit with reality at Live Beyond Limit
