Sheri's Place

09/28/2025

A new favorite song added to my playlist..
Avi Kaplan "Song for the thankful"

A song I listen to as I feel into the moment, into what the self is holding. Breathing in peace, letting go and allowing the best me to come forward.

Life can feel crazy, be crazy and cause detachment, disappointment and dissociation.

In these moments "practice gratitude" is a phrase that has always irritated me. Sometimes life takes us to dark places where "practice gratitude" feels, no, is, insulting and invalidating.

So rather than journal a list of things I'm grateful for I listen to music.

Currently this song alongside my energy practice helps connect in and guide love, in all moments. But by golly when the world is noisy is my favorite time to sit with the trees and breathe.
This song helps.

Maybe it will help you too.
💜

Lyrics:
🎶
Goodbye darkness, hello to the light
Every morning is an end to a night
Every season is bound to bring a change
There's a new chance given every day
And it brings it back to me
Yeah, it brings it back to me
Cool rain water and a breeze on my skin
Bless the new air as I breathe it all in
Take it from me like a stream into the sea
Close my eyes and thank the wind and trees
'Cause they bring it back to me
Yeah, they bring it back to me
Mmm hmm hmm hmm
Goodbye evening, hello to the night
I'm not seein' the wrong from the right
Walkin' blindly on a path without an end
Then the morning comes and leads me out again
And it brings it all back to me
Yeah, it brings it all back to me
Mmm hmm hmm hmm

Stream/Buy "Song For The Thankful" here: https://found.ee/SongForTheThankful"Song For The Thankful" is written by Avi Kaplan.Produced by Tony Berg (Andrew Bi...

08/25/2025

A wise friend told me not too long ago to tap into the feeling of why

At first, I thought of course that's easy.  As I envisioned the serenity and peace of what a beautiful death feels like

Then, as I drove in silence, the unearthing began..

The remnants of the morning air feeling peaceful without you and the bolt of pain that hits at the realization of your absence and peace living together. 

The pendulum of longing and you feeling so incredibly far to knowing you're so close I can still feel your embrace.  

As I began walking the halls of the cross cancer institute, the memories of heartbreak, fear, and motherhood came alive within me.

Not just my own cancer journey, but more deeply that of the man who means the world to me. What it meant to walk alongside a pillar of strength as we faced uncertainty. 

What it means to love someone so deeply, to hold their babies in your arms as you look death in the eye. The way it etches your heart and changes the way you breathe.

How living alongside cancer and grief changes the very way in which you walk through life.

The pendulum of gratitude and anger who have now become the friends you walk through life with. The bittersweet journey of anticipatory loss.

The way the garden held more rage than God himself would know what to do with the injustice of a life with such profound love.  That very same love being what stitches your heart back together so you can still breathe, still love, and still live despite it all. 

This is the why... 

It's not the glorified light, peace, or healing... 

It's the depths of the storm one becomes lost in

It's the person who has the courage to meet you there, not to save you, nor to heal you, 

But to say, I see you. 
I know this road, and I'll be here with you.

08/23/2025

Ember Sessions with the black moon

Tonight @ 8:30pm

So many things can be healed in the dark.

I welcome you to the hearth

DM me to join ✨️

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.