I’ve been in deep dieta these past couple weeks—off socials, off the radar, fully tuned into Spirit (and surviving mostly on cacao, water, and weird dreams). Thank you to those who’ve reached out. Your love has been felt, truly.

Breaking the Martyr Pattern, Dancing with What’s Real, and Tending the Sacred In-Between

Lately, I’ve been receiving a wave of projections….

What if water could remember the truth of who you are?

Last year, I embarked on a deep passage through the Medicine Wheel as part of he Munay-Ki Peruvian Shamanic Rites—a year-long process of merging with the ancient wisdom of the Peruvian Quechua Mountain traditions. It was a journey of profound surrender, penance, perseverance, and ultimately, transformation.

Two nights ago, anxiety wrapped itself around me like a storm. I couldn’t get comfortable in my body, couldn’t settle in my bed. I was in a hotel in Las Cruces, New Mexico. The name itself felt encoded, mystical. This journey I’m on with a dear friend has taken us through galactic gateways and sacred lands over the past 48 hours. We came seeking truth. And oh, have we found it.

Over the weekend, I had the blessing of hosting a beautiful group of women visiting Sedona, led by a retreat leader I know and greatly respect.

From the moment I began my coaching practice, I always said two things:
One, God sends me people. Two, I hope someday to work myself out of a job.