Cait Klein Healing

08/15/2025

“This is love, to fly towards a secret sky…. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.”

As the sweet cocoon of my maternity leave draws to a close, I’m reflecting on the changes of the past three months. Holding this growing girl in my arms, her sweet fingers grasping at my shirt, soft warm breaths against my arm, catching every sunrise and sunset…these are the moments I will treasure and miss as she continues to grow.
 
Some part of me dissolved into the collective of women who are called Mama. And as I emerge from this cocoon, I spread my wings not only with the new name of mama, but with a return home to my maiden name. My new old email is cait@caitklein.com and my website CaitKlein.com. You will still be able to reach me at cait@caitallison.com but will be hearing back from me with the new email address. It’s a home coming of sorts. Motherhood feels like resting in my truest essence, in total congruence. Yes, I have spit up all over me, a knot in my hair and I’m bags under my eyes. But this feels wild and free and true.
 
This been the least structured time of my life since childhood. Showered or totally stank with sweat and spit up, our daughter loves being with us, snuggling and nursing, which is a beautiful lesson of love’s great acceptance. It is a privilege to be someone’s everything and to be a safe space to support her growing nervous system.
 
Life looks radically different than a year ago, but some things remain the same: my awe for the sunsets over these mountains, my zest for life, and the honor of getting to bear witness to radical transformation in my clients.
 
With every joy of discovery and new development in our daughter, comes a grief and a release of the weeks and months prior. Growth is always lined with grief. Now as I ease back into working a bit each week, I can anticipate the longing already to have her in my arms. We will still be catching every sunrise and every sunset together, baby girl latched to my breast, in this unfolding year of becoming.

06/20/2025

“There are ways of being born twice, of coming to where you fly not individually like birds, but as the sun moves with its bride, sincerity.”

Thank you for all of the birthday wishes yesterday and for all those who have been in touch the past few weeks, reaching out to check in on us and our baby! Earlier this month the best birthday gift in the world arrived, our daughter. We have been busy soaking up the sunrises and sunsets, the late night feedings, all of the sweet snuggles with little fingers and toes. She arrived at home after an intense 20 hours of labor—the hardest, best thing I have ever done in my life. She transitioned from the womb earthside with a quiet peace that has lingered throughout our home as we adjust to a new rhythm with her.

This has been the best birthday of my life with our little family, a rebirth of myself with the unfolding of motherhood. My birthday always arrives around the solstice. Usually I’m stateside where long summer days are full of light, but now I’m in my new home in the southern hemisphere where nights are long and cozy with our newborn. It reminds me of the deep connection of light and dark. The hardest most intense sensations brought forth the best gift of life for me.

A few years ago on my birthday I never could have imagined the flow of life and how I could end up here further down the river of time. So much has changed and transformed in such a short amount of time. The more we embrace the mystery of it all, the more we are willing to let go, the more space there is for life to take hold. I let go of a dysfunctional marriage, put my house up for rent, moved 5000 miles away to a place where love sprouted growth for me. I started eating meat after over a decade of vegetarianism, learned to drive stick shift and am still learning Spanish. Like labor, the change was hard, intense, I had little control or guarantee how it would all work out, and yet it has blossomed into a reality that is even sweeter than anything I ever dreamed for myself.

Our little family is seeping into this season full of love, gratitude, presence and peace. We are embracing the transformation and looking forward to changes to come.

05/27/2025

“The great blessing, is that Shams has poured a strength into the ground that allows us to wait and to trust the waiting.”
 
The Tao Te Ching says, “Nothing in nature rushes, yet everything is accomplished.” I remember working in the birth world as a doula and the pressure my clients could feel to have birthed by a certain date. It is the same with therapy, often people rushing to have a certain life change by a certain timeline. It fits with the culture we live in, attempting to manage and control as much of the unknown away as we can. In these fast-paced times, we can find ourselves caught in a current of prioritizing the product/control, versus the process of unfolding in many aspects of life, not just birth. There is mystery in the process. We don’t always get to see what is coming around the bend in the river of life and it can be hard to sit still with the unknown.
 
We are taking our time, delightfully waiting for our daughter to spontaneously initiate her arrival. These days have been a sweet surrender to instinct and knowing, allowing curiosity and wonder to flow abundantly, and working to stay present to the beautiful mystery of it all. Thresholds of transition can happen quickly or slowly, but the portal is a process, a blooming like all change in our lives. Even the changes that come on suddenly, taking us by surprise, seep into our bones and souls slowly. With tender patience we await the symphony of sensation that will usher in transformation. Like all becoming in our lives, like all change, there is a slow, steady current that need not be rushed.
 
Under the quiet wake of the New Moon, I am taking it slow and opening to the intention of unfolding, in perfect timing. If you haven’t already, it’s a beautiful time to set some intentions in the fertile soil of a New Moon, to claim your own unique pacing and to let any mystery brewing in your life have the space it needs to unfold before your eyes.

05/11/2025

“My mother was destiny. My father, grace.”
 
I have felt the mother archetype in me for years, tending to friends, clients, my dogs and loved ones. And I feel immensely thankful for the little soul, floating in my belly, offering me the gift of experiencing the embodiment of motherhood in this moment. As we settle into our first Mother’s Day together, the following was on my heart:
 
May we all remember the cord of connection that once linked us tangibly to something bigger than ourselves, cocooned in the womb of a loving presence of Mother Nature.
 
May a universal placenta nourish us all, gracing us with what we need, before we have the words to ask for it.
 
May we sense into a remembrance of when our heartbeat was held in the same container as another, and know we are all One.
 
May we honor our instincts and animal knowing, beyond the logic, reason, and infinite searching beyond ourselves for answers.
 
May we each know the gift of receiving a mother’s love, and the gift of sharing that in small and tender ways towards ourselves, plants, animals, friends or children.
 
May my uterus be strong as the ocean waves, lulled by the moon, softly guiding our baby to the earthside shore.
 
May we have the courage to embrace the contractions that bring new life ahead, individually and collectively.

05/04/2025

“In the silence of love you find the spark of life.” Rumi
 
We are so excited to share our family will be growing at the end of this month. We feel poignantly in touch with a mystery of the universe, as a microcosm of the Divine, holding space for the growth of our daughter within me. I like to imagine Mother Nature holding us within her womb, just as I hold our daughter in mine, teaching me to love without having, to know without seeing, to feel without touching.
 
Feeling my body come alive with life has been an undeniably powerful experience, especially after several years of intense hardship and suffering. There is nothing I have done to make this more optimal. The body simply has a wisdom beyond all reason. It grows an organ to nurture and to tend to this little being, the cells split, divide and multiply, knowing exactly where to go and how to create and generate more life. We rest in awe and wonder of the process bursting forward with life, expanding wisdom beyond our conscious creating. It is incredible.
 
We are approaching the golden hour of this pregnancy, awash in warm light and magical colors as we wait for her arrival earthside. Dusk is setting on a lifetime of maidenhood, as the soft feminine moonlight welcomes me to a new era of motherhood. I will be on maternity leave starting next week through August. We will be basking in the sacred opportunity to welcome this little person to the other side of the womb and into this embodiment.  
 
We are resting in deep gratitude for the miracle and dream made manifest that is unfolding in our little family.

02/25/2025

“The ego is a veil between humans and God.”
 
About a year ago, I was walking along a fence next to some neighbor’s horses and I leaned in close, something I do with my own horses back in the States, to do a breath exchange. The horse bit me in the face. I reacted quickly and pulled away. Despite over a decade of working with horses, I had never been bitten, especially not in the face. We cleaned out the wound and treated it. But the bigger wound wasn’t the chunk out of my cheek, it was the ego hit.
 
I did something I knew better than to do, rushed a process looking for an end result, and it had consequences. You can’t rush a rainbow without a storm. The wound eventually healed up, leaving a small scar. And it took a few months for the ego wounding to process into wisdom. The story I was telling myself was “I work with horses; I should know better than to get bitten.” I should have read the situation better. This is the danger of overly identifying ourselves with any one role to the exclusion of the other parts—it can all come crashing down.
 
We are made up of thousands of parts of ourselves, all held in a delicate cosmos, orbiting our own consciousness. As kids came up to me later that week, pointing to my super, red, inflamed face, asking what happened, I had a slice of humility. A reminder of the fleeting natures of our bodies and the roles we play in them.

All things change, but there is a part beneath it all within ourselves that is eternally steady. Rooting into this place offers a freedom beyond any dependency of circumstances of the external world and can travel with you wherever you go. Our work through meditation, mindfulness, self-reflective practices is to find that truest place that remains beneath the changes tides, and to anchor there.

01/02/2025

“Have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth not rise with a new life? Why should you doubt the rise of a seed named human?” Rumi
 
In 2024 my word for the year was “embrace” change. I had no idea where the year was taking me. It was a course charted on utter surrender. Setting course with intention rather than destination can carry you to unforeseen circumstances, throwing you into the depth of mystery at the heart of true living.
 
I spent this New Year’s Day walking up a mountain path, swimming in crystal clear creek waters and picking wild blackberries. One year ago, I never could have fathomed my life would look or feel as beautiful as it does now. It took enormous changes, saying yes to pathways I could not have dreamed up, lit with the faith that my intention was to embrace the transmutation.
 
In my year of embracing change I found liberation, put my house up for rent, spent months in Argentina, settled into a new rhythm of life full of love, dance, community, joy and a slower pace of life. As often does with intention setting, one intention yields to the next, preparing us for each coming iteration of growth and transformation that we couldn’t have been ready for without the previous years. It’s all necessary.
 
Life is a beautiful mystery. I walk away from last year with the remembrance to embrace it all, even the hard stuff, with wonder, awe and curiosity. I step into 2025 with the intention of “becoming.”
 
The beginning of a new year is not something that inspires me to wrap into tight coils of fixed goals. But rather a gentler peeling back of the next layer of knowing and discovery, to shed baggage I no longer need to carry, and to remember the privilege of witnessing tiny joys of being human. Each choice, pivot, step that I am take, I intend to be a love letter to life itself, with a deep curiosity for the meandering pathways.
 
What is your intention word for 2025? For a guided meditation check out my YouTube page! Keep an eye out for my social media handles and website changes in 2025 as I step back home to my maiden name Klein soon. PS we are hosting our first retreat in Argentina in 2025, two spots left, pm me if you are interested.

01/01/2025

It's that time of year again! New year...new intentions! Join me for a guided meditation and guide for how to make a vision board!

Start your year off by honoring and releasing the previous year, and setting an intention for the new year. I will explore the benefits of intention setting ...

10/16/2024

“The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.”
 
When we squeeze through the threshold of the womb space to life on the other side, we are deep in the pangs of the contraction. A mother’s uterus contracts, and a baby responds like a dance working downward towards life on the other side in unison. Even when we feel alone in our time of transition, when we can’t see what will be on the other side of these waves, the Divine Mother is sensing those pangs too, holding us courageously. Just like the ocean isn’t separate from the wave, a mother connects to the child through the whole transition. Each person’s unique sensation of birthing into the world, or navigating heavy grief, is an individual expression of a universal experience.
 
It is those very waves of contracting that catalyze the journey forth from the threshold of familiarity of what we have outgrown, towards the other side. The death of our time in utero gives way to the birth of our infancy, yielding to toddlerhood, childhood, adolescence and onward. It’s easy to prioritize the birth as the optimal and preferable transition, yet even that comes laced with endings. Our journey towards adulthood means growing beyond childhood. As we begin the gradual descent towards death, the contractions start again, the body tightens and restricts, pains and contracts as we loosen our attachment to the physical body and the earthly skin, we grew accustomed to in this lifetime.

Between the bookends of birth and death, our own spiritual and emotional journeys are full of the growing pains of our relationship to change and transition, both chosen and unchosen.

We are born of womb of woman, and we die. No two births or deaths are the same, it’s intimate in nature, and there’s an entire constellation of living in-between. These transitions have the power to drop us deeper into the mystery of truth that lives beyond the cloaks of stardust we embody in this lifetime and the roles we try on. Sending strength, stamina and grace to all those in a major transition, birthing or grieving process in this season.

09/23/2024

“Anything that comes and goes, rises and sets is not what I love.”
 
In these equinoxal days, equal parts day and night, it is a reminder of the balance of all. The hard, rough moments, give birth to the light joyous pleasures of life. It all comes in balance. In this moment, we can see the sun and moon, the night and day hung in utter equanimity. Yet in other times in the year, in the polarity of the winter or summer equinox, we must remember the entirety of the picture, that in the grand scheme of a year, the light and dark is balanced.

Some seasons feel less balanced than others, but in the wholeness of It all, there is often balance. As my friends and family in the States prepare to nestle into autumn, I am here in the southern hemisphere delighting in the sounds of spring. In about six months, we will flip roles. It all levels out, even in moments of opposition.
 
I went through a great darkness this time last year, to give rise to the most joyful moments of my life thus far now. As an aspect of this change and transition, you’ll notice my social media handles, website, and business information changing over the next few months to reflect a return home to my maiden surname, Klein.

Somethings old, somethings new, all things in balance, all parts are coming together in the dance of this one wild and magical life full of lessons. Dipping my toes in the waters of adventure, love and the gracious mystery of this human experience.

09/02/2024

“This place of phenomena is a wide exchange of highways, with everything going all sorts of different ways.”
 
Comfort is so alluring but can lead to a stale complacency of routine. The only guarantee we get in life is change, and we either choose it ourselves, or the very nature of life chooses it for us.  When things crumbled around me a year and a half ago, I never would have imagined the depth of change I would experience. I was attached to my house, my routine, my things. But the more I have been willing to release, the more magic life continues to offer.
 
I am continuing to discover the more I let go, surrendering to something bigger, the more I receive in ways beyond what I previously could have imagined. I remain in awe as I bear witness to the courage of so many of my clients as they squeeze out of the cocoon, moving tenderly out of the familiar comfort zone, birthing their wings. The process is so very natural, messy and human. For me too.
 
I am currently renting out my house and I will be in Argentina this fall, continuing to transition to primarily virtual sessions for the foreseeable future. The death of one thing is birthing a magnificent adventure with wings. If you are curious about yoga, tango or equine therapy retreats in Argentina, please message me.
 
More official offerings will be coming soon, with retreats already scheduled out for next year. In the interim I am settling into this magical life, and doing what is right for me. I will be available for online sessions still as usual. Love for the mystery, love for embracing the change, love for bearing witness to the exquisite beauty of it all.

08/22/2024

“Every midwife knows that not until a mother’s womb softens from the pain of labor will a way unfold and the infant find that opening to be born. Oh friend! There is treasure in your heart, it is heavy with child. Listen. All the awakened ones, like trusted midwives are saying, welcome this pain. It opens the dark passage of Grace.”
 
I held a very lame horse last week. As she curled around me, I was certain I was holding vigil for her death as we awaited the vet. She was lame on two legs and couldn’t move from one spot, her body trembling. The other two horses watched on. I reflected on the meaning of holding space as I witnessed how the horses bore witness to her pain, unable to resolve it, but not looking away. I thought about other times I have held space, for my own pain, that of clients, for births and deaths, each moment a midwifery of transition. These changing moments are a sacred space.
 
There is so much we can learn from horses in their capacity to bear witness. We were able to save the horse through several medical interventions. As we did so, I reflected on the power of bearing witness to someone’s pain, even when we can’t fix it in that moment. I had resolved myself that she was going to die that morning. And without intervention, she would have. How we hold space matters. I took note of how my other two horses were standing watch, alert yet calm, close but not smothering, unable to fix it, but not looking away: much like birth, much like death, much like life’s sorrows and joys. It is all life.
 
Sometimes when someone is suffering we can jump in to try and fix it for them and make it better. We can offer the creative solutions and the possibilities. But sometimes the only option and what is needed is to hold vigil, watching on, just like the horses, bearing witness to the pain. It takes courage to not distract ourselves or numb out to the experience. We must be both brave and tender.