“What was your first memory of self-judgment?” the healer asked. The answer came to me so quickly. I was in Sedona, AZ for a retreat when I was received this question. I sat in a circle with three other people and the healer. He worked with us one-on-one, and I was last. After witnessing his power and intuition with the others, I was excited, but a bit scared, about what he had for me.

My myth begins with reflection of ritual, family, and the land through my story. I’ve shifted from not having an altar to creating my own. From having no daily ritual to feeling “off” if I didn’t remember to revere my ancestors, and myself, in the morning.

Welcome to my new blog: Your Healing Story is a Love Story…

Can you just sit with this blog name for a moment? How does this name feel in your heart? Your bones? Your flesh?