07/15/2025
There are moments in this work that ask more of you. That invite you deeper. That elevate your medicine. That ask you not just to serve, but to remember.
I’ve been blessed to hold sacred space in quiet corners of my hometown sanctuary and within the tender, liminal space of new motherhood. Each session peeling back another layer.
But the other weekend… my healer’s tent at Wild Roses became a living altar.
An elemental womb.
My ocean drum became more than an instrument.
It became a bridge:
calling forth memory, lineage and rhythm older than words.
The medicine moved through my hands, through my voice,
through the steady presence I’ve come to carry.
The five elements made themselves known. Not in theory, but in embodiment:
Water — called forth through my ocean drum, through tears that flowed during release and the soft rhythm of rain that kissed the tent.
Air — moved freely through the open flaps at just the right time, carrying breath, messages and the winds of change.
Earth — held me steady, bare feet rooted in the ground below, anchoring each session in presence.
Fire — flickered in the warmth of the sun above and in the curling tendrils of incense that marked each transition.
Ether — Spirit itself, pulsed through it all. Through the silences, the synchronicities, the knowing.
I was gifted some of the most profound sessions I’ve ever held.
This is the medicine.
This is the work.
And I’m so deeply honoured to walk this path.