HEART & OM

05/25/2026

Lately I’ve gone quiet in a lot of ways.

I’m not really attending circles, sessions, or group healing spaces right now.

Not because I think they’re bad or unhelpful… but because I think I’ve spent so many years searching outside of myself for answers, clarity, reassurance, and healing that somewhere along the way I stopped fully listening to me.

And honestly? I think I’m tired.

Tired of constantly processing
Tired of over-explaining myself.
Tired of looking for someone else to confirm what I already feel deep down.

For the last five years I’ve brought so much to the surface. Old wounds, patterns, grief, anger, fear, abandonment, softness, strength… all of it.

And now I feel like I’m in a season where I need to sit with everything that’s come up instead of continuously reaching for more.

I need quiet.
I need stillness.
I need my own energy.

I want to hear my own thoughts before the opinions of others shape them.
I want to feel my emotions fully before they’re analyzed.
I want to trust my own intuition without validation first.

I think healing can sometimes become so loud that we forget there’s also healing in solitude. In slowing down. In stepping back. In simply being with yourself long enough to remember who you are underneath all the noise.

So that’s where I’m at lately.
Not hiding.
Not giving up.
Just being home to myself.

There’s something really powerful about being your own safe space.

05/03/2026

Some days, I just want to go on autopilot.

Because honestly… it feels easier.

Just get through the day.
Get through the week.
Get through the month.
Hell even the year.

And I’ve lived like that more times than I’d like to admit.

Did it serve a purpose? Yes.

Autopilot protected me when I needed it.
It got me through moments that could have
broken me.

But it also kept me guarded.
It numbed me out.

And it kept me from experiences that could have helped me grow and heal.

If you’re a mom, you probably get it.
There are seasons where it’s just “push through.”

Push through today.
Push through this week.
Push through the school year.

You do what needs to be done—but you disappear somewhere in the process.

And I’ve realized… that way of living doesn’t serve
me anymore.

Autopilot doesn’t support my healing—it delays it.
It keeps my patterns alive.

The ones that feel safe… but quietly sabotage me.

Because the truth is, I know what I want.

I’ve made the plans.

“I’ll wake up earlier.”
“I’ll journal.”
“I’ll meditate.”
“I’ll take care of myself.”

And then life happens…

And it’s so easy to choose sleep.
To rush.
To do the bare minimum.
To check out.

I used to wake up at 5am.

I used to pour into myself before the world got
a piece of me.

And somewhere along the way...I stopped.

Not because I’m lazy.
But because there were parts of my life…
and myself… I didn’t want to face.

So I numbed out.

And autopilot became my saving grace.

And I can be grateful for that version of me.
She got me through.

But I don’t want to just get through my life anymore.

I want to be in it.
I want to trust myself.
To follow through for myself.
To stop being the one who lets me down.

Because let’s be honest…

It’s so easy to say “I’ll start next week.”
“Tomorrow.”
“New year, new me.”

And then we don’t.

And slowly, we train ourselves that our own words don’t mean much.

That we don’t need to show up.
That it’s okay to abandon ourselves.

But it’s not.

Because when you’re the only one holding yourself accountable…

You’re also the one being disappointed.
The one being let down.
The one being left behind.

And that hits different when you really see it.

So this is me choosing differently.

Messy. Imperfect. But intentional.

Because I know I’m not the only one
who has started and stopped,
promised and postponed,
dreamed and then disappeared on herself.

But I’m done disappearing.

03/22/2026

Last week I had an experience that really got me reflecting.

It was a bit chilly that night, and I wasn’t wearing the coat I had brought. I stood outside with some friends, quietly shivering, trying to ignore it. Another woman who had joined us noticed and made an off-color comment:

“Of course she’s cold… she’s got no meat on her bones.”

I was caught off guard.
Honestly, I was offended but more than that, I didn’t know how to respond.

Do I laugh it off?
Do I say something sharp?
Do I just walk away?

Instead, I said, “It’s called the trauma diet.”
And the truth is… it is.

Over the past two years, I’ve experienced both skinny-shaming and the glamorization of being “thin.” I’ve had women project their own relationships with their bodies onto mine, and I’ve had a doctor compliment how “good” I looked until he understood the cost of how I got there.

What struck me most is how normalized it is to comment on someone’s body when it fits a certain narrative. Because if it had gone the other way if someone had said, “Of course she’s not cold… look at all that meat on her bones” we all know that wouldn’t land as a joke. It would be recognized immediately for what it is.

So why is this any different?

The truth is, you never know what someone’s body has carried, survived, or been shaped by. Not all weight loss is healthy. Not all thinness is freedom. And not all comments are harmless just because they’re said with a laugh.

Be careful what you praise.
Because sometimes the “goal” you’re admiring is someone else’s survival story.
And you don't truly know of what it took to get there.

03/08/2026

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02/27/2026

I needed this reminder today

I hope this reminds you too 🙏✨

The time that God called on me...

I didn't hear the call.

There was no aha moment.

An angel didn't come to me, to tell me I was being chosen to do something holy and of the highest honor.

I was not sent here a holy being from the light.

At that time for me...it wasn't a moment surrounded by light.

There was no light.
There was absence of light.
It was the darkest time of my life.

But something that is inside me, knew.

Instinctually, I knew what was to be done.

I was being given a gift.

The gift I was being given, was wrapped in tragedy and heartbreak.

Though, after being unveiled
It revealed the most beautiful sacred life.

I was being called, to RISE.

Called to guide.

Called to assist others as they transition.

Within this life, aswell as into the next.

Guiding souls is a sacred rite.

With sacred rituals.

To be done with the utmost of love dignity respect and honor.

During those dark times, I didn't see the blessing.

But I was being blessed.

I was called not only to receive a gift but to be giving a gift to the souls that I brace.

Miraculous in itself.

This level of service to others is a divine path.

It is my lifes purpose and my souls journey on this earth, in this life.

But my divinity, my light, emerged from darkness.

Having been forged through pain I had endured.

So when you too are in your darkest times,

Know you too are being called to RISE.

01/12/2026

How amazing are these hats made by
Stacey Gray at Spirit ‘n Ewe!

01/08/2026

✨ Still Here, Still Holding Space ✨

Energy healing and reconnecting with my witchy, intuitive self has completely transformed my life

I didn’t arrive here easily though

I had to walk through one of the most traumatic chapters of my life to become who I am today
And I truly believe it was through that pain that my greatest gifts revealed themselves

I began my Reiki journey searching for self-healing after the loss of my mother, and longing for a deeper connection to my spirituality

Along the way, I found not only tools that helped me survive and soften, but also community, belonging, and purpose

As I began sharing this work with others, I learned something important: healers are not perfect
I still move through life experiencing both beautiful growth and painful lessons

The difference now is that I have the tools, the belief system, and the capacity to hold space for myself and for others especially in places most people feel uncomfortable going

Over the years, I’ve had the honour of connecting with so many incredible women and beautiful souls
I don’t advertise the way I once did, because
HEART & OM has grown through returning soul
clients and word-of-mouth connections that feel deeply aligned

The last two years have brought a lot of change for me but I am still here

Still practicing
Still holding space

Still growing, shifting, and evolving alongside you

This is for everyone who has ever shared space with me, and for anyone who feels the quiet pull to expand, to deepen their spiritual practice, and to change the trajectory of their life

I’m here
🤍

01/03/2026

Amazing opportunities this year!!