05/05/2026
I came into after the traumatic, horrific and sudden death of my middle child, Olivia fe15. Traditional therapy I found frustrating and questionable and there is nothing in western medicine that could helped me move the pain. Religion felt like a leaky fishbowl in the ocean.. left me with more questions than answers.
The spiritual path opened hard and fast with signs, dreams and visitations.. coincidence after coincidence I could not ignore. My grieving body kept guiding me to spaces I did not understand. My mind like a houndog thatās caught a scent chasing deeper into the abyss.
Iāve learned a lot on this journey, about myself, about a myriad of modalities and theories, about our nervous system, about psychology and grief.. Iāve learned from world class mediums, physicians, holistic healers. But I have found, as pack animals with basic needs there is nothing more healing than connection.
We are undeniably all energy. In different forms, with different purpose. The trick is to learn to be present within our most authentic version of self. To allow ourselves to be witnessed in our purest, raw and vulnerable form.. we shine a light to be found in the darkness.. This is truely at the heart of healing.
But not healing from a conventional perspective, because we are not broken. Grief tears us down and rewrites our story from a new perspective. Grief changed and expands us in unimaginable ways. But it does not leave, the sadness and the pain is forever embedded into our being through space and time we float only to be grounded by love.