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Death. Grief. Healing. Real Life. For the Wounded and the Wild. Where the sacred + the messy hold hands. Come as you are. The coffee’s on.

S!P Happens. ☕🌿
www.sherisplace.ca

08/03/2025

Did you know I’m on Substack?

Social media runs on algorithms and quick hits—
but that’s never been the heart of Sheri’s Place.

If you’ve been with me through the dragon years, the doula becoming, the tender in-between...
you already know this space was never meant to be small.

Substack gives me room to breathe.
To write. To be real.

You can subscribe for free to receive new posts directly in your inbox.
I won’t flood you.
I’ll just be there—when there’s something true to share.

🕯️Come as you are
Share with your friends.
Grab a cup -
The fire awaits.

08/03/2025

Summer days mean that my role as a stay-at-home mom–entrepreneur is stretched.
That my days are deeply spent in the in-between. Like a grand game of pinball, as I oscillate from the deeply grounded parenting, errands, summer adventures, and the spiritual healing sessions, grief holding, space holding that is Sheri's Place.

It's a life I love and wouldn't have any other way. However, with all things, there are challenges. We don't live under unicorn farts here.

The challenge can be in finding a fleeting silent moment to reflect. To fit in adventures, soul work, and working out. But within this in-between is a beautiful opportunity to do things I normally wouldn't. You start to get creative on how to get s**t done.

It was 10pm. My workout waited. My steps were in the toilet because—hello, heat wave—I'm a puddle! So rather than force myself to run, I danced.

I was given the opportunity to feel my own embarrassment, my own shame around the way my body has carried life, but I still pushed through. Because deep inside, there was a voice that said, *remember... remember when we LOVED this?!*

And in that moment, the real safety of self showed up.
Not the mask of safety that trauma builds through rigidity.
The kind that cracks at the mold your body has asked you to stay in—
No, begs and forces you to stay in.

The cracks that shine the light to the real essence of you, despite the journey.
The kind of light that screams… **you're free.**

So you dance a little longer.
You feel the movement of your body, the safety in movement, in dorkiness, in the jiggles of stories told and untold.
The breath of freedom that pumps through your veins and reminds you:
You are alive.
And the music heals you in places you never knew you needed.

This is healing
This is sacred
This is life in the in-between.
—beyond a reiki session, therapy, or pumping iron to work it out (though all valid).

08/01/2025

Coming up in August at Sheri’s Place
✨ For the Wounded & the Wild ✨

We hold space for what doesn’t fit into small talk.
The grief that lingers.
The healing that’s already underway—
not because you asked for it with words,
but because you’ve been walking toward it all this time.

This is the moment at the threshold.
The quiet yes.
The part of you that knows it's time.

This month at Sheri’s Place:
🌕 Ember Sessions – energy work and presence, aligned with the moon
🫖 S!P Happens – free, real-time check-ins (because life is messy)
🕯️ 1:1 Bookings – for deep support (only 3 sessions open in August)

Promo codes available
All sessions in MST.
DM to book or follow the link in comments.
You don’t have to be ready.
You just have to arrive.

07/13/2025

Once, I was known as the Dragon Lady — the person you came to if you wanted to meet the dragon within. Bright, fire-filled, and fierce, I held space for healing and stepping into your own heat.

Then life did what life does — it happened all at once.
Grief, loss, and betrayal pulled me into the depths of despair and into myself.

I went quiet — not because I was lost, but because the survival in me had to.
I had to become something deeper.

Now, as I return — softly and slowly — I carry both fire and silence.

I built Sheri’s Place for the wounded and the wild —
for the ones standing at the threshold of what was and what could be.
For the ones wondering who they even are as they stand in the ashes of a life once lived.

I am the keeper of the threshold —

For the child who cracks you open,
or the birth that lands in a void.

For the mother without the village,
or the voice.

For the cancer that steals your hope.

For the caregiving that suffocates your joy.

For the death that drops you to your knees.

For the soul still here,
still begging to be held.

For the wounded and the wild.

Welcome.

You’re not too much.
Not too late.
Not alone.

You’re human — and so am I.

When you’re ready, the fire is lit, the hearth is ready, and so am I.
Come as you are.
I’ll meet you there.

07/12/2025

🌱
This year is the worst garden we've ever grown.

The only thing we changed was adding w**d paper.

As I reflect on the garden, I thought this is much like life — be it grief or trauma.

There are limits to self-protection, and it often comes at the cost of growth.

I laid down the w**d paper to make my life easier and to not spend hours upon hours pulling w**ds.

We can guard our hearts so we don't feel the pain — be it loss, betrayal, fear, etc.

And while this guard may help us in the early stages of growth, so we aren't drowned out by the noise or lost in the w**ds, eventually we outgrow the guard, and it suffocates our roots. If we're lucky, we can grow haphazardly, with little to no harvest — though, many times, something within us dies.

So guard your heart when you must, so you aren't lost in the w**ds, but don't forget when it's time to take it off and grow.

And just like the w**d paper, there will be raw earth underneath — maybe a few bugs and tender, forbidden growth. But just like the earth, the sun will heal, the plants will grow, and so too will you.

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Reflections from the deck at Sheri's place

07/07/2025

SUMMER MONDAYS: S!P Happens
Sheri’s Place | Seasonal Gathering
It’s summer. The nights are longer, the fire’s slower, and so are we.
On the weeks we gather for Ember Sessions, we gather for S!P Happens — a soft landing for all that’s stirred up.
No agenda. No spiritual bypassing.
Just a come-as-you-are space for the sacred, the messy, and the “is it the moon or just my life?” kind of chaos.
S!P Happens is our summer soul exhale.
A space to bring whatever’s brewing:
☕ your coffee
💔 your grief
🍷 your wine
🔥 your rage
🤷 your WTF
We laugh.
We pull a card or two.
Sometimes we cry.
Sometimes we just sit and let it all breathe.
No pressure.
No performance.
No fixing.
Just real humans, showing up with real stuff—
and being held by a circle that gets it.
So whether your fire’s roaring or barely a spark, you’re welcome here.
🕯️ 8:30PM MST
✨ Join By The Fire - Where S!P Happens for the link
🥤 Bring your tea, wine, or witchy potion of choice
👖 Pants optional. But we don’t need the details.
✋ Presence is enough. Swearing is welcome. Realness is sacred.
S!P Happens. Let’s not do it alone. Even in summer.

06/26/2025

Summer is Here! ☀️

Rather than close up shop, I've decided to keep the hearth lit -
while the calendar goes out the window and some wonder, What day even is it anymore?! Or maybe life feels a bit heavier and slower for you.

There's a seat at the table for you.

While the world races through long days, hot sun, and that list that never ends - here, we take things a little slower. Like a calm stream and a gentle breeze. We rest under a shady tree when we can, and we're still tending the fire.

That means:
✨ A handful of soulful 1:1 sessions
☕ S!P Happens is still brewing (coffee, tea, wine... no judgement here)
🌙 Ember Sessions that still burn gentle and true alongside the moon.
🍃Room to breathe, feel and soften into the season.

✨ Tend your soul under the summer stars✨

You're welcome at Sheri's Place

06/25/2025

🌑🔥 EMBER SESSION — New Moon in Cancer

Wednesday, June 25 | $22 | Distance session

No Zoom. No need to show up. Just light your candle. I’ll meet you at the soul level.

This isn’t a clean-it-up kind of moon.

This is the drag-your-heart-to-the-hearth kind of moon.

The Cancer New Moon doesn’t want your goals.

It wants your grief.

It wants the version of you that’s been carrying too much for too long—and still whispers, “It’s fine, I’m fine.”

You're not fine.

And you're not broken either.

You’re a soul who needs a place to lay it all down for a moment.

That’s what Ember Sessions are for.

On this New Moon, I’ll be holding a Distance Ember Session—tending the flame for those who need to be felt in the places they can't name.

✨ It’s quiet.

✨ It’s deep.

✨ You don’t have to explain anything.

You sign up, and I do the rest:

I light the candle.

I anchor the energy.

I meet you in the unseen places.

And I whisper to the parts of you that are still trying to come home.

You’ll get a short note after, just for you.

Not because you need it. But because we all deserve to be witnessed.

🕯 To join:

DM me or Book here: https://buy.stripe.com/6oU4gy0Wc10B3HUg9ZdQQ04

Optional: light a candle between 8–9 PM MST

Then let go. I’ll hold the ember.

06/20/2025

I look at this tree, and it reminds me of life and grief.

I think of how a healthy branch can snap under the weight of the rain—that even the strong can collapse under the weight of life.

This tree has lost a limb, and it no longer looks the same.

There's a hole where life once lived.

All the sun, blue sky, and rain won’t change anything overnight. It will take years for that branch to grow again, and even in its growth, the tree is forever changed.

Then I look upon the branch lying on the ground, and I’m reminded of the bird nests that rested within the branches—the eggs that could have fallen, the birds now without a home, or the babies that will need to rebuild.

It reminds me that life doesn’t always take into consideration the dreams of the future.

This season is one where we build again because the weight of the rain was too much this year.

And that is the wisdom of Mother Nature, the birds, and the broken branches

—if we care to listen to the voice of the air after the breaking.

06/10/2025

🔥 EMBER SESSION – June 11 🔥
A quiet hearthing. A return.
Distance energy healing—aligned with the Moon.
No Zoom. No form. No fuss.
Just your name, held in sacred firelight.
We’re nearing the Full Moon in Sagittarius—a rare Strawberry Moon, named for the ripening of wild berries and the harvest of what’s been growing. But this moon isn’t here for subtle shifts.
She's fire and truth.
A bonfire of clarity.
She shows you what’s ripe, what’s overripe, and what’s already asking to be released.
This moon speaks in gut-truths, not whispers.
She will ask: What belief, story, or role no longer fits?
She will burn away the script that’s too small for the soul you’ve become.
You might already feel it—the fatigue, the friction, the sense that something is shifting under your skin.
We breathe with the ache of becoming.
And Ember Sessions meet you right there.
No screen. No explaining. No performance.
Just you.
A candle, if it calls.
And the firelight holding your name.
✨ I light the flame.
✨ I do the work.
✨ You receive what your soul already knows.
💸 $22 | Next Session: June 11 – Full Moon in Sagittarius
🌑 Next: June 25 – New Moon in Cancer
🔗 Sign up in bio
Link here https://buy.stripe.com/6oU4gy0Wc10B3HUg9ZdQQ04
This one’s for the wild.
The weary.
The ones ready to outgrow the old story and let it burn.
💛 Need a little love while tending your own flame?
🔥 Monthly ember-goers, use code Fire44 for a soft $4 discount—because consistent care deserves consistent love.
✨ Bringing a soul-friend to the fire?
Use EmberBuddy and receive $10 off when booking for two.
Because healing doesn’t have to be done alone.

06/08/2025

The Place I Needed
There are many lies we tell ourselves on the journey of life—and many lies we tell ourselves as moms.

Marriage and children were something I never wanted.
I wasn’t the girl who dreamed of her tall, dark, and handsome husband, or children who lived in a beautiful home and went on yearly vacations.

I was the girl who dreamed of success.
Who dreamed of freedom from the life she was caged in.

I grew into a woman who met someone who broke down the walls—
someone who was worth having a life and babies with.

A mother who didn’t realize how hard it would be to hold the ancestral line and feed a new lineage with her bones.

One of the greatest lies I told myself as a mom was,

“It’ll get easier as they get older.”

These babies of mine are no longer babies, yet they’re not quite ready to stand on their own.
We’re in the phase where I’m needed less—but still needed.
Where I want to run toward my dreams, but I’m still tethered to the needs of independence that hasn’t yet found its footing.

Still nourishing.
Still giving my life, my bones, and my love—unapologetically.
Often unnoticed. Often underappreciated.
Feeding a line that begins with my blood, sweat, and tears.

As I sit here dreaming of a soul-led business,
I do my best to pour soul into both life and lineage.

But I don’t fit the model of social media.
The 30-second reels. The dancing and joking.
Nine times out of ten, my hair is disheveled. I’m dirty from the garden.
I’m just trying to keep up with the chores of a home.

Creating videos of me?
Not on my to-do list.

So I sit and ponder how to share the soul of Sheri’s Place—because it’s more than one thing.
It’s everything life is.

There’s no box. No perfectly curated product.

It’s grief.
It’s love.
It’s motherhood that holds you on the edge of breaking.
It’s healing so you don’t bleed on those you love.
It’s the void of loneliness in a world that doesn’t embrace the realness of life.

It’s a place for those who have the courage to find their fire, their grit—
to come home to themselves despite the journey.

And as I sit here writing this, I can’t tell you just one thing that Sheri’s Place is.

Because it carries everything I didn’t have, but desperately needed.

The place to land when the wounds from childhood neglect and abuse eat at your own flesh.
The place to land when you almost die, and no one around you seems to understand how your lens on life has been forever altered.
The place to fall when illness knocks on your door while you hold your newborn, unsure if you’ll survive.
The place to hold your hand when your voice trembles as you look death in the face—when you look at your favorite person and know that forever is no longer available.

The place where pain is allowed—without being told it could be worse, or “you’re so strong,”
or worse yet: met by the silence of the ghosts that used to be your friends.

The place that doesn’t tremble.
Doesn’t run.
Doesn’t hide when truth is spoken and pain flows freely into the air.

Sheri’s Place is more than a product or a service.

It’s as small as a candle glimmering in the corner of City Hall.
And just as enduring.

Here, I open the door to others—
because I see you.
As I myself have poured my blood and tears into a life I never knew was worth living.

And I’m so glad I stayed.
I hope you stay a while, too.

05/30/2025

I Am of Old Blood —
Of forest witches, warriors, and dream-makers.
The most dangerous thing they ever taught me was how to garden.

I pull more than w**ds.
I pull the roots of betrayal steeped in ancestry.
I tug at the thread of lies, silence, and shadow—
And I weave a new legacy of magic,
One where nothing hides beneath dirty carpets.

When fire meets lineage,
The hidden scurries like cockroaches,
To the delight of the wounded healer
Who was born in the ashes.

You see,
I’m not following the path you paved.
I’m following the call of the ancestors—
A sound only heard deep in the forest,
By those brave enough to walk there.

Brave enough to walk barren through the depths,
No weapons, no armor—
Just eyes that see,
Ears that hear,
And a soul that sets the world on fire.

Address

Sherwood Park, AB

Website

http://www.sherisplace.ca/

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