Sarah Beal, LMT #15679

27/10/2025

Full moon energy.
Deep breathing.
A room full of women choosing release and renewal.

Friday, November 7th
6–8:30pm ( At a private yurt- address texted after sign up)
Price: As a gesture of gratitude this season, I’m offering a sliding scale of $33–$88 so more women can experience this supportive space

If this speaks to your heart, register through the link in my bio.
If you know a woman who could use this type of care, please share. 🌙

09/10/2025

Held under the energy of the Moon, these gatherings are a sacred space to pause, breathe, and reconnect with your body and spirit.

Through guided somatic breathwork ( very releasing) and moments of quiet reflection, we release what no longer serves and invite renewal.

Each ceremony is infused with intention, music, and the power of community — a reminder that healing begins with presence.

✨ Offered monthly in Eugene, Oregon
💫 Limited to seven women per circle
☕ Tea, reflection, and sisterhood included

Come as you are. Leave a little lighter.

www.sarahmoonhealingarts.com
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03/09/2025

Ever wonder why women were feared beneath the Full Moon? 🌝
Maybe it wasn’t because we were dangerous.
Maybe it was because we were radiant.
Because our power, our magnetism, our voices…couldn’t be hidden.

The Full Moon meets me in ovulation and I feel it everywhere.

I feel alive.
I feel vibrant.
I feel radiant.
Songs spill out of me in the shower.
I glow brighter in conversation, my body humming with energy.

✨ The moon doesn’t just light the sky…she moves water.
Her gravity pulls the tides of the ocean, drawing them higher and lower each day.
And because we are made of about 70% water, she moves us too.
Our inner tides rise and fall in rhythm with hers.

✨ During ovulation, estrogen and testosterone peak.
This hormonal surge makes us more radiant, magnetic, and confident.
It boosts communication and makes socializing easier.
It heightens sexual energy, priming the body for intimacy, creation, and connection.

Ovulation is the fertile window, the body’s Full Moon — the season of creation.
Not just fertility in the physical sense, but fertile ground for ideas, projects, relationships, and visions.
This is the time to plant seeds.

🌑 New Moon → release, exhale.
🌕 Full Moon → radiance, creation, celebration.
🌿 In between → the slow & steady climbing and falling into our hormonal peaks and lows.

✨ Why sync cycles with the moon?
Because when we live in rhythm — honoring times of rest, release, expansion, and celebration…we work with our bodies instead of against them. This cyclical approach brings more steadiness, ease, and balance to daily life.

This is why my work is rooted in cycles.
Because when we let ourselves feel the pull of the moon in the oceans, in our hormones, and in our very cells, we don’t just witness life.
We live it.

22/07/2025

Rhythm Mapping is for the woman who’s ready to step into a different kind of time — a cyclical one.

In our 1:1 session, I’ll help you map a rhythm that reflects your natural flow:

🩸menstrual cycle

🌖 moon cycle - for those with or without periods

🍁seasonal energies

🌀 real-life structure for rest, rituals & planning

You’ll receive a personalized rhythm map, gentle tools to track your inner tides, and a 3-month tracker journal to support your integration.

These custom sessions are designed to deepen your connection to how you move through time.

🌿 The Rhythm Mapping Course is coming soon — a self-paced experience that beautifully complements the 1:1 session.
Think of it as your ongoing toolkit to return to again and again.

Booking for sessions is open now through the link in my bio.

Let’s root your life in something deeper.

12/07/2025

This is the pelvic floor.
A hammock of muscle holding your bladder, uterus, and re**um —
steady and quiet, but vital in every breath, every step, every laugh.

It supports posture.
Regulates pressure.
Plays a role in birth, intimacy, elimination🚽, and 🌀emotion🖤.
It’s deeply functional — and deeply tender.

And yes…
Licensed Massage Therapists in Oregon can work with the pelvic floor.
With consent.
With training.
With gloves.
Internally or externally — always with care.

Somehow, these tiny muscles do so much.
And still — they’re so often left out of the story.
Not here.

🌱I offer the option Pelvic Floor work in my service - Sacred Women’s Bodywork- which also includes optional lymphatic breast massage and body massage.




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07/07/2025

🌑 She doesn’t ask for much, the new moon…
Just that you pause.
Just that you listen.
Just that you come back to yourself.

This is an invitation to gather with other women—where breath becomes a quiet doorway, and something inside you softens without needing to explain why.

We’ll meet in the yurt.
Tucked just outside of town, but it feels like another world.
You’ll be guided through a SomatIQ™️ Breathwork journey to gently release what’s been building, and open space for what’s quietly arriving.
There will be sisterhood. Intention setting. Release. Ritual.
Time to breathe in your body again.

✨ It’s slow, it’s sacred, it’s yours.
For the woman who’s been holding it all together.
For the one who doesn’t always make time to receive.

Next New Moon | Thursday July 24th
🕯️ 6 spots only
📍Private Yurt in South Eugene

No pressure to share. No experience needed.
Just come. Just breathe. Just be held.

Sign up here >>>>>>>>>
https://moonhealingarts.as.me/NewMoonCircle

28/06/2025

I learned early how to hold it all—
to rely on my own strength,
to carry what felt too heavy to share.

Fiercely independent.
Capable.
Proud of the way I moved through life
without needing anyone.

Because somewhere along the way,
I learned how sharp the edges of sisterhood could be—
the sting of comparison,
the ache of feeling left out,
the quiet wounds of jealousy, betrayal, and abandonment
that taught me to guard my tenderness.

I wore solitude like armor,
convinced that needing others was weakness.

But the heart is stubborn in its longing.
Eventually, the weight grew too heavy,
the quiet too loud,
and the old stories began to crack open.

Slowly, I let women in.
I allowed myself to be witnessed,
to be held in my mess and my light,
to be reminded of my own brilliance
when I forgot.

It’s vulnerable, this opening.
It stirs the old fear of being hurt again.

But in the circle—
in the gentle weaving of voices and laughter—
I feel it:
a place where my heart is nourished,
where the wounds begin to soften,
where I am reminded we were never meant to do this alone.

Here, we hold each other.
Here, we heal.
Here, we rise.

This is the medicine I didn’t know I was starving for.
A sisterhood that isn’t perfect,
but is sacred.

26/06/2025

07/06/2025

I tried everything to heal my womb.

I ate clean.
Slept well.
Balanced my blood sugar.
Tracked every hormone shift.
Prayed. Journaled. Meditated.
Worked with herbs. Worked with healers.
Faced my trauma. Faced my lineage.
Did the damn work.

But the bleeding got worse.

PCOS.
Adenomyosis.
Orange- and melon-sized fibroids growing like they had a mission.
Hormones out of whack.
And iron levels so low I thought—I might actually die from this.

So I made the hardest choice.

I had a hysterectomy.

And when I woke up from surgery, I felt it instantly:
Lighter.
Clearer.
Like something heavy had finally let go of me.

My womb was gone.
But I didn’t feel empty.
I felt… free.

Recovery took time.
Three full months.
But those months taught me stillness.
They gave me rhythm, community, family.
A new relationship with my nervous system.
A new way to mother—myself, and my child.

When I came back to work, I rewrote everything.
My schedule.
My pace.
My priorities.

I started living by the moon, by my energy, by my actual life.
And my cortisol? Thank you, healed.

Do I still grieve sometimes?
Yes.

When I see a baby.
When I wonder why I waited.
When I remember I’ll never carry another child.

But I also remember this:

I have my son.
And now, I have the energy to actually be with him.
I have my body back—
And the freedom to live without fear.

And with that womb…
I also released grief that wasn’t mine.
Old pain passed down through bloodlines.
Ancestral wounds I had carried in silence.

There is relief in this choice.
There is healing in this loss.

That’s the gift.
Of choosing surgery.
Of choosing myself.
Of choosing to stay.

I thought I lost something.
But what I really found was more of myself.

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