About Me

I wish I could scoop up my inner child & tell her everything will turn out MORE THAN ok! Shoot I would tell my teen & Young Woman some serious words of hope, especially not to give up!

You know what that’s like? What would you tell your younger self?

I grew up in and around Salt Lake City Utah & had two of the strongest warrior parents a girl could ask for.

I see that now.

I love and adore my parents deeply, but as a a child-like many children- I had to hold space for them. Witnessing their hardships, their brutal soul lessons, their unravelings, mistakes or brokenness (We all have those things). Holding the effects of my parent’s sacred humanness. What a heavy burden as a young girl,

I was raised in a loving, yet broken home.

Needing the love of both my parents, yet raised by one of the strongest single mother’s imaginable.

My Dad was a wonderful human within, but Generational Indigenous Trauma impacted him & many of my other ancestors. He was Tlingit & Tsmshian, from Alaska. Brought to Utah under the Indian Placement Program. Taken away & dropped into a very abusive Mormon family.

His Spirit was broken & it would later come out when he drank. He was abusive to my Mama & family or friends who got iin his way. It happened when he would be blacked out. During the day and when sober, he had a heart of gold. Like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hide.

My Dad left one day, at the tender age of 3 and it CRUSHED me. I think inside he didn't want to hurt my mom and I. It was safer for him to be away. He would comapre himself to a wolf. He had moved on to other women, other lives, running from his demons, but he always told me that my mom & I were his greatest loves. Til his last breath. And he was hers. Neither ever remarried & both claimed they never loved like that again. I could see them having past lives as warriors.

I remember when he left, crying on the bed in agony. (Somehow there was a picture taken of me & I still feel that baby’s pain— found in the photos below)). My Dad was my super-hero. He still is, after all he went through.

My Dad went on to have a rough journey, from incarceration to homelessness & rehab. Yet despite his demons, he had a BEAUTIFUL Soul.

He would be the one baking cookies for the old woman who lived by the bus stop. He had an adopted Grandma he used to garden and help take care of her dogs. When she later went to the hospital at the end of her life, he would sleep under park benches so he could spend more time taking care of her. He was so humble about it.

He could be dropped in the rain forest and survive, he was such a tough, strong & fighter of a man. He dug ditches and was a pipefitter in his early years and he would run 8 miles to work & 8 miles home. Gentle, intelligent and compassionate. We were soulmates. He was a GOOOD man inside. Everyone that knows him says this. I was always able to see through to his loving Soul.

I loved my Dad, but living apart left a devastating hole in my Spirit for years.

Him leaving created such insecurities that have taken me years to heal, learn from & appreciate the wisdom I gained from our relationship. Him passing was another layer of that sacredness, I have learned to give love to. My Soul will always be connected to his, no matter how far apart.

That childhood wound caused a horrible domino affect in my young life. He broke my heart and my Mama’s.

Seeing my Mom in such raw & deep states in her journey as a woman, especially after my Dad left, was ground shaking. It wounded her deeply, along with a life that gave her previous experiences with abusive male figures, to racism, police brutality & poverty. After my Dad left, about the age of 4, my Mom broke open emotionally & spiritually. Sisters, it was such a sad place. I didn’t have a Mama for a time, even though She loved me to no end. I felt completely abandoned. (Again, I love you Mama-you were/are a gooood Mama, hug hug hug).

But it was sad. It was a lot for her to endure. bless her heart. It was a lot for me to endure too. As a whole woman today, I am at peace with holding that space for her. I remember that horrible time of life. “Losing” both my parents in a couple short years, traumatized me.

My whole world felt unsafe and dark. I remember having such low self esteem in school. I was a quiet, well behaved and I remember just being sad inside. My Aunt told me that at that young age I would crawl into my closet, as it made me feel safe. I would imagine Mother Mary with me, because my sweet Grammie would tell me that Mary Divinely & unconditionally loved us and would keep us safe!

Wow little me!

My Spirituality has been a thread throughout my life, and such a vital life line!

It took most of my life to heal this wound, but by the Divine support of The Universe, I have learned to love and care for this piece of me. I now have gratitude for these experiences.

I have practiced a lot of Soul Retrieval work revolving around my childhood (one of the most wonderful Soul healing sessions that I offer).

Soul retrieval is a powerful form of meditation and prayer work, tied to my Native Spirituality. Shamanism across the world has believed that we should spiritually honor all rites of passage, and wounds we’ve sustained. Gathering the “pieces”of our Soul that break and shatter, when we experience trauma.

After years of counseling, it has felt good to spiritually honor everything I’ve been through. Reframing the memories, and giving love to these younger versions of myself. When we honor and call our power back this way, it is so transformative and helps us to feel our Divine wholeness.—-it’s such a loving and sacred way to care for ourselves. It’s almost like we can bend and reframe time within our memories.

I’ve learned many ways I can love and nurture myself . Whether it’s going for walks, journaling, creating boundaries, giving myself nutrition and sleep. Talking to myself kindly, giving myself hobbies and ways to express my Spirit.

We all must discover ways to give love to ourselves, and each of our Spirit’s needs and love languages are different. I’ve also learned healing is a very multifaceted journey & should be tailored to our needs and given in all areas of our life. These things have helped to save me.

Getting back to our story, I just wanna say again, I couldn’t be more proud of my Mom’s strength & resilience. Seeing her have to fight so hard in life as a single mother & Woman in this world, makes me want to live boldly & create something from her blood, sweat and tears. From my own too, as much our life is intertwined & has made me the Women’s mentor I am today.

She has lived a tough ass life, and has always been a humble, good & brave Woman. We have grown together as warrior women through this life. She has laid down her life for me, loving me fiercely & loyally.

In the spiritual realm-social groups, there is much talk of ancestral healing. This is my relationship to that deep & sacred topic.

My Mom and I made it through, indeed. (Fist in the air, in glorious triumph)!

One reason we did, was having a wonderful family who supported us! Also because The Universe had it all planned out.

An example of that saving grace was my Mom finding a career for a time, as a recreational therapist at our local nursing home.

As a young girl, from the ages of about 9-15, you would find me with my Mom at the nursing home-after school and on the weekends. It sprouted a love for the elderly that I still have to this day and helped me find my first career path.

It would be my first job setting I would turn to after my teens, a light to hold onto, as life was about to get worse.

Towards my latter teens, a side of me came out of the shadows, from that little insecure & timid girl, came a very angry teen.

I was angry at the hand I was given. It came out in horrendous ways that took me down the rabbit hole.

Oh. my. gosh. I put my Mama through hell. I can tell now from higher ground, but I was a train wreck as a teenager.

I began getting in trouble (thank goodness nothing went on my record, holy moly) to using drugs and winding up in several abusive and toxic relationships from my teens to late 20’s!

Yeah, most of my life in Soul destructive relationships. I’m 40 as I write this.

At 17, entrenched in an abusive relationship, I moved away from my Mama & family, over 500 miles away to Montana. Where I’d live the rest of my life til now.

It was a horrible time, and a whole other story I would rather not dive too far into. The energy of those relationships is blah for me. Even though I release the energy, have forgiven & hold my power again, and have gained a lot of wisdom from them, they are just so icky. Time frames I would never want to relive.

I will say though, these relationships weren’t 100% all bad, I took away some good things. Like my tastes in music, places I traveled and material blessings I had, dear friends I met at that time. Yes, there were times of laughter, and I learned that people usually aren’t ALLLL bad. But girlllllfriendzz it was BAD.

Narcissism, to physical abuse, pathological lying, them disappearing on drug binges, cheating, these men were messed up & I was the one holding their weight. These were horrid relationships.

I learned a lot about myself, (fist up in the air again) but yuck-compared to my life now, I don’t want to give more energy around what this time of my life was like.

I’ll summarize what they caused for me internally for you.

Those relationships led me down roads of depression, being suicidal, lonely and angry for many years. Lost & low self esteem. Countless dark nights of the Soul crying on bathroom floors ya’ll. Ugh. I’m so grateful I survived and persevered! So many of us as women have gone down that toxic & abusive relationship road. Wasted too much time, energy & sweet breath on.

Can I get an Amen?

Oh Friends, thank goddess I found my way out.

Going back to our prior topic, being with the elderly, even though my personal life was diving into deep ass shit, the elderly were a saving grace & haven for me.

After graduating high school, at the age of 17, and in Montanta- I began my first careers in nursing homes. From kitchen work to housekeeping and in my Mom’s foot steps in the recreation department. through my early 20’s. I would help with entertainment functions, and in the afternoons I would sit down with families and other departments to create care plans for each resident.

That’s amazing I could do this at that age, and something I am still proud of.

I LOVED that time in my career, as a young woman.

I then moved on to home health care and hospice, as a personal care aide and support for their families. On through my mid 20’s, those sweet Grandmas & Grandpas, with all their wisdom, hearts & stories, gave me a comforting place to find some of myself & some of my gifts.

They taught me that even through barriers, like sickness, language or dementia, connecting Soul to Soul is still possible. Hugs, holding a hand, dancing to music, or sharing a smile, our energy crosses all kinds of limitations. It’s one of life’s precious gifts. Soul to Soul contact is one of my favorite things on earth.

Taking care of the elderly, helped me find myself.

Even in finding my voice.

I was a quiet & timid in many ways, especially around my peers, I was so insecure.

BUT put me in a cafeteria room full of 90 years olds & I’d be singing, reading & standing on my head! I cherish every relationship I made with those residents, patients & their families.

So precious.

They helped take me one step further, in helping me find my medicine and inner Goddess.

After working in geriatrics, I continued on in the healing realms. With a short stint connecting to the Spirit of animals at a veterinary clinic, I then took a leap into my next big passion.

In 2008 I went to Montana School of Massage.

Becoming a Massage therapist was one of the most rewarding, and up until that point in life, one of the BIGGEST gifts I ever gave to myself. It was a monumental step in investing and growing Myself.

In ‘09 I graduated as a LMT, and pursued one of my greatest passions, helping others to correct & heal their bodies from pain.

I am such a kinesiology nerd and I love the study of movement and pain patterns. I would find, that after years of practice, massage, intuitive touch and healing with my hands, became a second language to me.

Right as Massage school had ended, many things in my personal life were still a mess, and on the verge of changing.

I was coming towards the end of a severely toxic marriage. I had jumped from an abusive teen relationship to a marriage that almost sucked my Soul away.

I was done with other people’s dysfunction, being carried on my own back & shoulders.

It was at that time, I found a helluva wonderful woman mentor/therapist who helped me learn how to love myself. As I was saying earlier, finding those love languages, combined with making better decisions got me going in a different trajectory.

She taught me how to set boundaries, how to listen to my intuition and find my voice. Sifting through layers and layers of wounding, she helped me to also harness the courage to go and create my own life.

I left. Hallelujah! The door couldn’t open quick enough, as I finally left the toxic marriage that ate up most of my 20’s.

I got my own apartment & now had a way to provide for myself (massage combined with waitressing tables & donating plasma) I broke free of toxic relationships for good. I left with a small car, a handful of furniture, my dog & my clothes.

It was a choppy start, I stumbled and fumbled forward as I found this new freedom, I made awful mistakes during that time period. I was still finding myself & healing. A lost Soul-still finding her way, but my life began to turn upward.

I began to rebuild a life for myself. Began to find my identity & way.

I also met the sweetest, most grounded, quirky & funny old Soul, I have ever known.

I had joined a fun kickball team & bumped into the love of my life, kicking balls and stealing bases— in a pair of daisy dukes. (He said it was a costume-ha)!

We became dear friends, oh we’ve always laughed so much together, and our time together was so easy being together. Much different than the toxic men I had lost my power to. I was the one finding herself & He helped me tremendously, in coming out of the darkness.

Chad may have been 9 years younger than me (I’m a cougar-ha)! but he was and is the oldest Soul I have ever met! I have always loved this about him.

In my past dysfunctional marriage I was 15 years younger and that person was so emotionally stunted and lost. Chad, despite his years has a gentle wisdom and depth that was such a comfort and breath of fresh air!

I found someone who respected, adored and supported me. He was no drama, he was wholesome & a goooood, level headed person. It was easy and still is a joy being together.

He saw the good in me too & has been the most integral person to SPARK my light even further! He reminds me of all I’m capable of, especially the days I doubt myself.

He has help me find adventure, laughter, stability & to create the home foundation I wanted for myself all those years. Separate as individuals, we are great Souls, together- we are magic.

Chad & I got married in 2010 & have built a beautiful & fulfilling life together.

We had our first daughter, Annabelle, in 2012 & that’s when it got even more interesting & rich.

I became a Mama & it transformed my Spirit. Not only did it show me how deep love can go, Motherhood has been one of my toughest & rewarding of teachers! When I look at my daughters, I am proud we are raising them in the warm and secure home, that I wished for my little girl self.

My favorite days are our family days. We are always creating our own traditions, meals together and quality time. Hugs and kind words are interwoven in our day.

I Love Us!!!

After massage school, and during the time I met my Hubby, I worked at wonderful salon & spa giving massage therapy. I had built my practice & ended up flying from the nest.

The salon was a safe place where I found myself, found my Hubs, had my daughter & I also gained a sweet sense of Sisterhood there.

I found my confidence as a physical healer and ventured off to find my inner business owner.

I went on to build my own practice, and created a beautiful down town space where I helped people heal, for several more years.

It was such a blooming time of life, I was doing what I loved, had a wonderful companion & family life, had honed my self love practice after years of counseling and therapy.

I had found joy and freedom. My career was booming, and I felt so aligned and in my power.

4 years in a row, from 2010-2014, I won Missoula’s favorite Massage Therapist (through the Missoula Independent).

I was riding high and felt whole! I had felt the fruits of identity & self worth.

Massage was such an empowering pathway to finding myself and in helping others heal and strengthen their bodies. I loved seeing people becoming more powerful and pain free. From deep tissue, prenatal, sports massage to energy work, I loved it all! Now, you’ll find within many of my classes and mentoring sessions, hints of my inner massage therapist interwoven in some of my techniques.

What I really loved though, was the many hours in quiet solitude praying for clients, doing energy work while talking to The Universe and sharing life stories with Women.

The rich and sacred relationships I was building, was by the far the most rewarding.

While I am proud of myself and acknowledge that I was a GREAT Massage Therapist, my Soul told me there was something more and it had to do with these relationships I had with them.

My Hubby and some friends referred to me as a ‘Therapist-Massage Therapist”. I didn’t know I was an “empath'“ back then. One clear marker of one, is people love to tell you about their problems and burdens! And a sign it’s your calling, is you love to be that space for others too.

I had now gotten the footing of my identity, found some of my medicine, a loving community, stability in my personal life and the business building blocks I needed to keep going further.

The next area the Universe needed to hone in me, was something completely out of left field, but looking back now, makes total sense.

This new doorway meant facing one of my greatest fears and finding even more of my Soul’s gifts. This new facet would allow, the intuitive healer to take form.

The Universe pulled me into a layer of myself, that changed EVERYTHING.

For much of my life I have been a spiritual person. That little girl in the closet with Mother Mary, was just a glimpse. I always loved learning about different faiths, religions and spiritual texts. I consider myself an omniest, not following any one faith, as I believe God touches all people and if you find the love, or truth in any given path, there you will find God.

Teaching me that we can have many faiths, is another thing my Mom did soooo right. She exposed me to different churches & concepts—then let me choose for myself.

All of them combined, I have been able to feed my Soul.

Faith ran in our family, as my Grammie was a Saint of a woman who believed in miracles, mysticism and Divine intervention. She brought the magical bits of Catholicism into my realm, and passed the love of Christ, Mother Mary, along with The Saints & Angels.

Interesting enough, I was also raised in the Mormon church for some years & my Hubby’s family practices this today. I’ve gathered the beautiful pieces of these paths too.

Christianity can be rough & judgmental, but it gave me such a soft landing. My Mom taught me, that when I cried for my Dad, and any time my heart was broken—I had a refuge. I remember feeling lonely and wishing I had siblings— my Mom taught me that my heart could gain comfort from God & Jesus— as my Father and brother. She told me to tell them what was on my heart. I learned to turn to Christ in all hardships and triumphs. Jesus is still my #1 big bro and loyal guide for my life. He is the one that got me off those bathroom floors crying in agony and suicidal depression. He has taught me to love without boundaries.

My Mom refused to live within boundaries too. (Yay Mom)!

I remember her practicing Hinduism & reading the Bhagavad Gita, and had beautiful pictures of Krishna around our house. She also helped me honor & embrace my Native Spirituality and cultures. I am Tlingit, Tsmshian & Apache. As an adult I am still weaving my Native roots and spirituality into my women’s work and life.

As a young girl I was also deeply touched & connected to “The Diary of Anne Frank” it was a pivotal book for me that I will never forget. As a young girl, and as a grown Woman, I was bewildered that people could kill others due to faith. I read that book with the haunting photos in the middle, countless times. Even at the age of 10, I could see myself in her shoes, my heart breaking for what she went through. Even my own Indigenous Ancestors have had their histories of genocide.

I’m so grateful My Mom had always been so open. She’d read her horoscope and would be fascinated with space, science and the stars. Even in the mystic and new age realms, my Mom was always talking about Spirits and Angels guiding and speaking to us.

It all rubbed off on me, outside of those angry teen years, where I even went through an agnostic and atheist phase. I was mad at all the world & organized religion for a while,. But life got so hard, my faith was where I turned back to, and what rescued me over and over.

I went on to love Buddhism, in my 20’s and practiced yoga and meditation. In the early days of my Hubby & I dating, I even went and saw Amma the Hugging Saint & she transformed my world too. She always said her religion was love, and that resonated so deep within me.

For a few years, I went to a presbyterian church with my Hubby & Daughter.

Then one day, things started to open even more.

It all started with confronting a life long fear and phobia I had.

For the first 35 years of my life I was petrified of the dark. Specifically of ghosts and demons. It was completely unmanageable.

Despite going to counseling, talking to pastors, priests, a shaman woman and using bible to sleep with-seriously I thought I had tried everything I knew how.

Sometimes I would have to ask Chad to walk with me to the bathroom at night! Yeah, forget scary movies. They would trigger me for months!

I was horrified because at the age of 8 I saw a demon once. Yes, so cringe-worthy. Ugh. My Mom remembers me talking about it.

I still remember him talking to me too. His black silhouette, his voice threatening me, that he was coming to get me!

Yeah, no wonder. I realize now I was a little Indigo/empath child. Feeling the energy of everyone around me. Even looking at the toxic and abusive relationships I was in, or in my Mom’s sad period, I was sensing others energy & the energy of Spirits. All their heavy energy, the dark Spirits around them. Everything in my life taught me how to read energy & it wasn’t just human form.

I slept with ear plugs, and a mask in my 20’s on. Because sometimes I would wake up and they would be there, I’d hear whispering, or sense them creepily sending me bad energy. It was horrifying, but I kept talking myself out of it, that I was making it up. None of it sounded rational or provable,

After my daughter was born, I was determined to not pass this fear on to her.

So a combination of things happened & it not only cured me, but it empowered and freed me. I would later learn how to protect myself and our home.

I found resources. One of my mentors gave me a book by Sonia Choquette called “Ask Your Guides”, a delightful book on the power of Angels & Spirit Guides, who help us. Completely gave me a different view of the Spiritual realms, without fear!

I read every bible passage on Angels I could gather. Asking Jesus, Mother Mary, and the Saints to come create hedges of protection around Me.

I also spent one night googling “ Ghost Phobia” and stumbled upon a blog from two amazing Sisters, Amanda Meder & Sarah Petruno. Twin Sisters who sensed Spirits. They were about my age and they helped to take all this stigma and fear away. Their grounded personalities and scientific backgrounds comforted me & gave me even more language to what I was experiencing.

If you look on social media now, I am not the only one! There is a whole HUGE community of people who sense Spirit! It has become very mainstream.

Back then, I had also gotten my first oracle card reading from a Mama who took me under her wing, from our presbyterian church. The reading touched on some of my greatest losses and soul lessons, things that pierced right to my heart & it was amazing!

I had all these new fresh & light filled ways to look at the Spirit world. And I dived in! I read sooooo many books and online articles, discovering that the feelings I had been having were actually real. I was sensing Spirit & ghosts my entire life, I was just in denial and terrified.

I realized that I could sense beings of light and love, not just the darker ones I had been conscious of.

I had shifted my perspective and found immense comfort and protection!

I could invite and feel Angels who could come to support me. I could sense and talk to loved ones that passed away.

I could put my hand out and sense old cats I used to have and missed.

I began to see sparkles of light and began to channel words of encouragement to the women who were coming in for massage.

My Guardian Angels kept placing people in my path, and I would channel words of comfort, combined with huge hugs and energetic healing.

By facing my fears, learning as much as I could from various perspectives and shifting my own—- what once was a burden became a life line, a gift, a blessing!

Life began to get very magical and synchronistic. I would be channeling loving advice to a friend, and then see jaw dropping affirmations and signs, making me know that all of it was so true and Divine.

I’ll give you one example that I will never forget.

I had a dear friend come for a massage one day. We had begun to talk about the spiritual realm and fun things like crystals.

I told her a secret that at the time, I was too shy to share with many. I felt like I had a past life as an old african woman— healer.

A sage, a wise woman who people came to for advice and spiritual mentoring.

I was slightly embarrassed to even mention it! The concept sounded arrogant and far fetched. I laughed it off and said I felt like I was the woman from “The Matrix Movies” whom they called The Oracle.

As silly as it sounded, my dear Sister believed me & comforted me. She like me & millions of others in the world, believe in past lives.

Well, after this heart to heart with my friend, I left my massage studio and walked several blocks to my car.

As I walked, I had a freakin’ YUUUGE “come to Jesus” moment, my Sisters.

I prayed and let tears fall down my face. I told Him and The Universe, that if I was meant to take my healing practice to a deeper level, I would follow. I would go wherever The good Lord sent me.

Angels guide Mehhh (hand up in the air-Ha)!

If I was an “oracle” I would embrace it. Just keep showing me signs! And I would leap into the Universe’s arms and help anyone in the ways that The Universe wanted to use me. Not just physical healing with massage, but emotional & Spiritual healing—I would faithfully go there, if it was what The Universe wanted.

Just show me a signnnnn!

By the time I got to my car, and pulled my snotty self together, I came to the driver’s side of my car to get in.

As I was walking around the front of the vehicle I saw a DVD face down, in the mud. Out of sheer curiosity I picked it up & turned it over.

It was THE FREAKING MATRIX movie! (Hello Oracle)!?

I almost fell to the ground! Talk about a Soul affirming, lightning bolt of a moment!

Little did I know, that magical occurrences like this would continue to happen. the more I followed my heart, the more I looked up to The Universe, my Ancestors and Angels. Life opened up in magical coincidences.

While massage was my security blanket and a great income, a new doorway opened. I gotta tell ya, even after signs like that & having moments of heartfelt professings of my faith--making that leap was scary AF!

Becoming more of who I am today took time.

I had to continually (even now) trust that my family would be provided for, I had to trust in my own identity and not care what my family or friends thought of this new and “whoo-whoo” aspect of myself and career. I know for some it sounds weird. And that’s ok!

None of it made logical sense, but the connections and Soul to Soul conversations that the Universe was bringing to me—- with these amazing Women who were seeking this kind of heartfelt nourishment, was one of the most fulfilling things I’ve ever experienced.

It has been magical, sacred & infinitely priceless! And something I never thought I would set out to pursue.

I kept honing my intuitive Spiritual gifts, I kept learning and reading. Practicing and creating. I kept leaping and opening up my heart.

And my Spiritual practice, this new way of navigating life, helped my personal journey in immeasurable ways.

My Angels & The Universe walked me through loved ones passing away. (Love You Grandmas, My Doggie & My Dad). They walked me through finding my tribe and other amazing women who speak this same language. They helped me through an early term miscarriage.

They also helped me find my inner Goddess Artist. During this Spiritual awakening time, I began to find my inner artist again.

Art helped me tremendously throughout my life as emotional therapy. With a new light of my Angels, being my tutors, and opening my Spirit sensing abilities, my inner artist exploded!

I began painting powerful Women as a personal love project, then opened even more and began listening to Women’s stories.

I begin to create Goddesses to represent their life stories and Soul journeys. Through out the process I would give these same women Spiritual and emotional support as well! So much rich, sacred & creative work! I love it!

My Angels also helped me learn to be a better Mama and learn how to pick up the pieces when I mess up.

Angels are here to help us with the smallest and biggest of life experiences. They also help us with the greatest of all Soul lessons- to be love for others and to be loved ourselves! Giving AND receiving.

They helped me as my arms began to deteriorate and left me unable to do massage. Walking away from a piece of my identity that I so loved, was hard!

Where one door closes another opens.

They helped me learn to love myself and pay it forward to be a loving citizen in my community.

I began teaching online classes, doing live videos, mentoring many great women, as well as being part of—- and leading some pretty powerful and amazing Women’s circles.

My life is such a sacred and blessed journey today. I am amazed at all the chapters and Soul School lessons I’ve had!

Where I had once been drowning in experiences of such hardships and trauma, to ultimately finding my medicine and power.

Not to say I don’t have bad days, or hard chapters now, but I am much more equipped in navigating them.

In 2019 I lost my Grammie, My Dog & My Dad & I survived!

Hallelujah! The Universe helped me create a good foundation, loving self care tools and community to uphold me. (Again, the lesson in how to receive love).

And now, I sit here today. As a Mama. A Woman, daughter, Sister and lover. One who types this with tears running down her cheeks, again.

As I have seen so many women now, through this women’s spiritual mentoring path. And nothing in my career has felt this Divine and fulfilling.

I’ve seen so many Sisters, fighting the good fight. Finding their own power. Connecting to their own Spirit, their own sacred Goddess within. And I know how hard that journey can be!

I know that many times it takes so many trials and hurts and wounds to get to a place where you can see the forest above the trees.

But I want to tell you, as I have found, that you, WE are meant to persevere! We are meant to feel our resilience. Our many purposes-big and small are meant to take form and be expressed into the world.

Our Spirit is meant to come here and add light, blessings, healing & beautiful life to our planet. Women, we are the hope of the world.

Life isn’t to just to suck and keep on sucking. Isn’t that our greatest fear? We will never find our joy and happiness?

Maybe for some, there is so much destruction in our world, and we are meant for different roles in humanity’s evolvement, but for most Souls- we are meant to find our power.

If you have made it this far in my story sweet Sister, take it as a sign that The Universe sees you.

Sees you like it sees me. It’s not that I’m special or have gifts that no one else has-but I kept my heart open. I kept leaping. I kept loving and moving forward.

No matter where you are, or where you’ve been, The Universe wants you to know you are LOVED!

There are greater layers of you yet to unfold. All that you have been through can be used as building blocks to create a beautiful life and a sense of Divine healthy self esteem and happiness.

So keep exploring, fighting the good fight and finding all the things that you love.

Keep giving love to your fears, your wounds, and keep finding your unique medicine.

Knowing that your Angels are right here with you, wanting to bless you and help you along the way.

(Just ask them for help-you free willed Queen! You are worthy, because seeing you empower yourself gives them eternal joy and by helping you grow, they serve God, the greater good and in indeed blesses and empowers others)!

Angels love to help us pay it forward!

Our Divine, eternal Goddess within, is meant to shine in all her glory!

So cheers to new layers of our light coming forth, as I am here if you need a dear companion and source of hope along the way.

As we learn and journey together, in one big Soul School.

Love you beautiful, resilient Sisters!