Sonder Breath

08/27/2025

I’ve been pouring a lot of energy into my other business these past few weeks. And I’ve been pretty quiet here but I haven’t fogotten about you guys or breathwork.

What started as a simple call to action, a small gesture of goodwill on my part, turned into something I could’ve never scripted—50 bars across Montana and beyond linking arms, proving just how powerful we really are when we move together.

Together, we raised roughly $125,000 for the families of the victims of the Owl Bar shooting. Let that sink in for a second—125 thousand dollars.

It’s been profound to say the least. I’ve witnessed grief transformed into action, heartbreak woven into hope. I can honestly say I’ll never be the same.

In many ways it’s the same feeling I get witnessing someone come out of a breathwork session. You can literally see it—the softening of their shoulders, the light returning to their eyes, the sense that maybe they’re not carrying it all alone anymore. It’s like watching a soul remember itself, even if just for a moment.

That’s what this movement has felt like. A collective exhale. A reminder that even in the darkest of nights, we are not powerless. We are not small. We can choose to link arms, to breathe life back into one another, to remind each other that love is louder than violence, louder than fear, louder than loss.

And just like breathwork, the shift doesn’t only live in the person who breathes—it ripples outward far beyond what we’ll ever be able to a see.

That’s what this $125,000 represents. Not just money—but proof. Proof that when hearts synchronize, miracles happen.

So, I’m back. And we’ll be starting group sessions again in the fall! Details to come. ❤️

Montana bars, businesses and individuals have raised $125,000 for the Anaconda shooting victims’ families.

08/03/2025

What many of you may not know is that, alongside breathwork and everything else I do, I also own a small bar and casino here in town, High Tide Casino and Bar. It’s something I’ve held shame around in the past, but these days my whole mindset has changed.

Over the last year, I’ve made it my mission to shift the narrative around what bars and casinos represent. For too long, these spaces have carried a heavy stigma—seen only for the chaos, the drinking, or the stereotypes attached to them. But if you’ve ever stepped into a true small bar, you know it’s so much more than that. It’s where people gather when life feels unbearable and where they return to celebrate when life feels extraordinary. It’s where strangers become family, where someone always knows your name, and where laughter and comfort live side by side.

I’ve worked hard to create a space that embodies that truth—a place that holds community at its core. I want High Tide to be more than just “a bar.” I want it to be proof that we can use what we have—even the humble walls of a small casino—to give back, to show up, and to make a difference in the lives of the people who walk through our doors and far beyond.

While breathwork and owning a casino may seem like polar opposites at first glance, I’ve come to realize they’re more alike than anyone might expect—at least when they’re approached with intention and heart.

Both are, at their core, about people. About holding space for someone’s story, whether it’s the person sitting across from me in a breathwork session, raw and vulnerable, or the regular pulling up a barstool after a hard day. Both are places where people come seeking something—relief, release, connection, hope, or to be fully seen.

When done the right way, breathwork is about helping people come home to themselves. And when a bar is run the right way, it can be about helping people come home to each other. Both can be sanctuaries. Both can be catalysts for healing, even if they look different on the surface.

For me, they’re two sides of the same coin—reminders that every human being is carrying something unseen, and every space we create can either deepen that wound or help lift the weight off someone’s shoulders.

In the wake of the heartbreaking tragedy in Anaconda, our little casino is calling on small bars across the country to rise together—as one heartbeat, one community, one family. We may be separated by miles, but we know the same late nights, the same familiar faces, the same unspoken promise to care for the people who walk through our doors. Today, that promise extends to Anaconda.

I’m also in the process of organizing a community breathwork gathering—a day to come together, breathe together, and pour love back into Anaconda. Every dollar raised will go directly to the families and community members most deeply affected by this tragedy. It’s a chance to not only raise funds, but to honor them with our presence, our breath, and our collective intention for healing.

Let this be a gentle reminder: no matter what your profession is—your title doesn’t define the weight of your impact. At the end of the day, it’s the humanity you bring to it.

A Billings bar owner is starting a fund that will help the Anaconda shooting victims’ families, and she’s asking for help from across the nation.

07/23/2025

Sometimes, as a facilitator, I cry with you. Not from sadness—but from the sheer magnitude of what’s unfolding. Breathwork has a way of breaking the walls down—not just yours, but mine too. It doesn’t just connect us; it rearranges the room and reminds me every time: I am not above this work. I am in it with you.

The below message is from a dear, longtime client after one of those sessions. She is a powerhouse. Truly. A woman who meets the breath with her entire being every single time — not halfway, not cautiously, but fully. She doesn’t just do breathwork — she surrenders to it. She lets it move her, unravel her, rebuild her. I’ve watched her grow, soften, roar, and rise over the course of many sessions, and each time she returns to the mat and slips her eye mask on, she brings even more of her truth with her.

While all of her sessions are profound, this particular one was the kind of session where something long held finally exhales. As her breath intensified and layers that had been clinging for years began to unravel, the tears came. For her. For me. Involuntarily, freely. Not in pain, but in reverence.

As I witnessed her, the intensity grew, and a faint but visible white light appeared—rippling through this woman, moving in sync with her breath, her body responding as though carried by something greater than us both. She wasn’t controlling it, nor was I—I was merely observing, holding space for something profound to unfold.

She felt everything in her body—the waves of energy, the release, the movement—not just as an internal shift but as something tangible, undeniable. And I saw it all unfold with my own two eyes.

It felt like we had crossed a threshold together. Not just facilitator and client—but two souls, meeting in a place beyond words. A place where healing is no longer a concept, but a living, breathing force. Some sessions prove there are moments too holy for language. This was one of them.

The veil thinned.

Tangibly.

Timelessly.

Sacredly.

When the session ended, we sat in silence. Not awkward silence—holy silence. The kind that doesn’t need to be filled. We tried to speak, but nothing we could say would have come close. All we knew was that it happened—an encounter with the ineffable, a session that left us both forever changed. To this day I cannot explain touching the untouchable.

It’s not rare for me to tear up while facilitating. But this? This was different. Tears streamed from my face—not as a facilitator, not as a guide, not as a “professional”—but as a witness. A human standing at the altar of another’s healing, watching her body visibly rid itself of what was never hers to carry.

My first instinct was to apologize for my tears, to feel like I had crossed some invisible facilitator/client line. Now I understand that those tears weren’t about weakness—they were part of my strength.

I will never forget this session. Or this woman. I will never take this work for granted. And most notably, I will never undermine the fact I’m not alone while I facilitate and that breathwork sessions truly are unified prayer fields.

It is the honor of my life to walk beside people in their return to wholeness and yes, sometimes as a facilitator I cry with you. ❤️

07/20/2025

Breathwork is an invitation—a call to return to yourself in the most honest way. It’s a gentle nudge inward, past the noise, past the expectations, and into the quiet truth of what you’re actually feeling. It’s a way of coming home—not to who you think you should be, but to who you already are beneath the stress, the roles, and the defenses.

It’s an invitation……

To soften. Not just your body, but your grip—on the pressure to be perfect, on the stories you tell yourself to survive,on the tension you’ve carried for so long you forgot what it feels like to be at ease. Willing to feel again. Willing to let the breath loosen what’s been locked away. Willing to meet yourself with gentleness instead of judgment.

To surrender. Not in the sense of giving up, but in letting go of control—even if just for a moment.
Letting the breath guide instead of the mind. Letting the body lead instead of the fear. Surrendering to the truth that healing doesn’t come through force or fixing—but through feeling.

To come back to yourself.
The self you may have abandoned in the rush, in the grief, in the trying to be everything for everyone. The self who knows how to breathe without bracing.
The self who is whole, even in the mess. The self who remembers—who you are, what you need, and what it feels like to be fully alive.

Breathwork isn’t about doing it right. It’s about showing up. With whatever is true for you. And allowing the breath to do what it knows how to do—to clear, to open, to bring you home. Again and again.

If you’re interested in booking a session, click on the link in the comments ❤️

07/18/2025

Hey friends! 🧢✨

I still have a small handful of Breathe MF hats left—available in both black and white—and they’re going fast!

The MF Is just small enough you could wear this bad boy to church! 😉

$30 each if you’re local, or $40.85 shipped anywhere in the U.S. via Priority Mail (you’ll have it in just 2–3 days!). I ship out on Fridays.

💌 Just Venmo me and don’t forget to DM me your address if you want it shipped.

But here’s the heart of it—every single dollar from these hats is going toward helping a grandma who’s raising her grandson get a fresh start. She’s doing her best to build a stable home, and the proceeds will help her put down a deposit on a place of her own.

Your purchase isn’t just a hat—it’s hope, support, and love wrapped up in fabric. ❤️

Grab yours before they’re gone, and thank you so much for being part of something bigger!

07/16/2025

The first official Breathwork Facilitation Training is roughly three months away. If your soul has been whispering for more—more embodiment, more healing, more meaning—this may be the doorway you’ve been waiting for.

If you’ve felt curious, intrigued, or even gently pulled toward this path but aren’t quite sure what breathwork feels like… or what the training actually involves—I hear you. I see you. And I created something just for you.

I’m opening up a special Breathwork Session + Info Gathering on Sunday, August 31st from 3:00–5:00 PM.

This isn’t just a Q&A. This is an initiation. An embodied experience of the very work that’s changed my life—and countless others.

Here’s what’s included:

❤️ A full, trauma-informed Breathwork session facilitated by yours truly where you’ll push yoir edges, come home to your body, clear what’s stuck, and experience this powerful medicine firsthand.

❤️ A clear, heartfelt breakdown of the training—you’ll learn what’s covered, how it’s structured, what the investment looks like, and the kind of transformation you’ll walk away with (for yourself and for those you’re called to serve). And I’ll share my personal story about how this training changed my life in countless ways.

❤️ A grounded, open circle for questions, curiosity, and clarity. Nothing performative. Just truth, experience, and resonance.

This isn’t just for the “already-healers.” It’s for you—the space holder, the seeker, the cycle-breaker. The one who’s been through the fire and feels ready to turn pain into purpose, presence, and power.

You don’t need to have it all figured out. You just need to be willing to explore the possibility.

Spots are limited to 6 people. Group sessions are normally $45, but I’m offering this one-time event at a special price of $20 per person.

If something in you lights up or softens reading this—trust it. Message me to reserve your spot. I will require the $20 paid up front in order to maintain the integrity and accountability for this session. 🤍

07/11/2025

The first offical Breathwork Training in Billings, Montana is roughly 3 months away, and I have two exciting updates to share with you!

✨ 1. Referral Bonus:
Know someone who would thrive in this training? When you refer someone who signs up, you’ll receive $300 cash as a thank-you. Whether it’s a friend, a client, or a fellow healer, your recommendation means the world—and now it comes with a generous reward.

✨ 2. Flexible Payment Options:
We’re now offering extended payment plans that go beyond the training dates, making it easier than ever to say yes. This flexibility opens the door for more people to commit to their growth without the financial strain.

If you’ve been feeling the call—or know someone who is ready to go all in—now’s the time to lean in.

07/07/2025

Hey friends! I’m honestly blown away by the love for the breathwork hats — thank you for all the support, messages, and excitement! 💛

✨ They’re officially here and they turned out AMAZING. I’ve got 30 of each color and they’re ready to find their forever heads.

If you’ve committed yourself to one in the previous post, and you’re local, you can swing by High Tide Casino (5435 Midland Road) to grab yours. Payment is easy — cash or Venmo (I’ll have my Venmo info posted at the casino).

Not local? No problem — just send me your address and I’ll get one shipped your way.

Now, here’s the part that means the most to me: I originally planned to sell these at cost, but after hearing a woman’s story that truly moved me, I’ve decided to charge the cost of a normal hat and donate 100% of the proceeds to support her journey and help her in her efforts to find a place to live for her and her grandson. You can read a little more about her story and why I chose to help in the comments. Inspired by North Shore Aloha and Tana Lee.

Here’s the deets:

🧢 In-town price: $30
📦 Shipped (U.S.): $35

Thanks for helping me spread the message of breathwork while giving back and rocking a little bit of MF style. 🙏

Big shoutout to Graphic Imprints— unbelievably fast and freakishly good at what they do. If you want top-notch work by incredible people, without selling a kidney, these are your people. Highly recommend!

06/21/2025

Once upon a time, women lived in circles. We bled together, birthed together, cooked, cried, grieved, celebrated—together. There was an unspoken understanding that we were never meant to do life alone.

Somewhere along the way, society told us to compete. To compare. To be smaller, quieter, nicer, more palatable. Told us our softness was weakness, our intuition was hysteria, our power was too much. And little by little, we began to forget.

We forgot the ancient medicine of women in circle. We forgot the way our nervous systems regulate in the presence of safe, attuned feminine energy. We forgot how holy it is to be held by people who just get it. We forgot the medicine that lives in sisterhood and somewhere along the way, the ancient ways got buried under busy schedules and highlight reels.

To be honest this was a part of me I didn’t know was limping. Something in me exhaled for the first time in a long time when I stepped into this circle of women who weren’t performing—they were just being.

I thought I was fine. Independent. Strong. Capable. And I am. But I didn’t know how much I craved the softness of other women until I was surrounded by it. Until I found myself held in a campground of mirrors and was folded into the kind of energy that doesn’t ask you to explain yourself—just welcomes you in.

There is something alchemical that happens when women gather without masks. The healing accelerates. The shame dissolves. The clarity rushes in like oxygen and one woman’s breakthrough cracks open the next.

So here’s to the women I spent two wildly glorious days with. Women who don’t look away. Who who hold each other in grief and in laughter, in rage and in radiance. Who keep the mirror steady when we forget who we are. Who speak truth like prayer and witness one another like ritual.

And here’s to the pockets of women all over the world—whispering, dancing, remembering—that this is the way it’s always been. Meeting in backyards and Zoom rooms, around bonfires and kitchen tables. Women who are choosing community over competition. Depth over small talk. Real over perfect. This type of sisterhood isn’t some feel-good idea, it’s a lifeline. A reclamation of sorts.

Sisterhood isn’t a luxury. It’s a return. It’s how we were always meant to live. Because we were never meant to do life—or healing—alone. And in each other, we find our way home.

06/14/2025

The angst before a breathwork session? That’s the hardest part. For me too. It’s like going to the gym. You don’t always want to go. You might procrastinate. You might talk yourself out of it. You might convince yourself you’re “fine.”

But here’s the truth: You never regret going.

You regret avoiding. You regret stuffing it down. You regret staying in your head when your body was begging you to feel.

Breathwork doesn’t just crack you open—it clears the fog. It moves what’s stuck. It shifts the energy you didn’t even realize you were carrying.

So if you’ve been thinking about booking a session but feel the resistance creeping in… know that’s not a red flag. That’s the door. And on the other side is relief. Release. You.

Show up. You won’t regret it.❤️