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The Year of the Fire Horse begins today.And this energy will not carry you gently.It will magnify whatever direction you...
17/02/2026

The Year of the Fire Horse begins today.

And this energy will not carry you gently.

It will magnify whatever direction you are already facing.

If you are facing fear — it will amplify it.
If you are facing courage — it will ignite it.
If you are circling old stories — you will feel the friction.
If you are stepping forward — you will feel momentum.

This is acceleration energy.

The Snake stripped you.
The Fire Horse tests you.

Not to break you.
But to see if you mean it.

Do you mean the freedom you speak about?
Do you mean the visibility you say you want?
Do you mean the independence?
The expansion?
The next-level self?

And more importantly…

Do you know where you actually want to go?

Because speed without direction is chaos.

And this is not the year to wish.
It is the year to choose.

Fire Horse energy is unapologetic.
It does not wait until it feels “ready.”
It does not apologise for its power.

It chooses.
And then it runs.

So today, choose your direction.
Choose the woman.
And then back her.

With action.
With courage.
With consistency.

The Fire Horse has arrived.

And this year will respond to your clarity.

Choose wisely. 🔥🐎

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17/02/2026

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Snake is almost gone.The Fire Horse has not yet arrived.And here you are.In the space between who you were…And who you a...
16/02/2026

Snake is almost gone.
The Fire Horse has not yet arrived.

And here you are.

In the space between who you were…
And who you are becoming.

This is the threshold.

The old skin no longer fits.
The new identity hasn’t fully anchored.
It can feel uncertain. Exposed. Quiet.

But this is sacred ground.

Because tomorrow, the Fire Horse arrives.
And Fire Horse energy does not wander.

It gallops.

Before the Fire Horse energy ignites bold action…
Ask yourself tonight:

Who do I choose to be when I step into this next cycle?

Not who I’ve been.
Not who I’ve tolerated being.
Not who fear shaped me into.

But who I choose.

And then ask:

Where am I galloping to?

Is it freedom?
Financial independence?
Visibility?
Deeper love?
A braver, truer version of me?

The Fire Horse will amplify your direction.
So choose it consciously.

Light a candle.
Place your hand on your heart.
And whisper:

“I choose who I am.
I choose where I am going.”

The doorway is open. 🔥🐎

You can be fine on the outsideand falling apart in places no one can see.You can laugh at the right moments,reply to the...
15/02/2026

You can be fine on the outside
and falling apart in places no one can see.

You can laugh at the right moments,
reply to the messages,
keep the house moving,
keep the business going…
and still feel like something inside you is bruised.

Sometimes you don’t look “sad.”
You look normal.

Because you’ve learned how to function through it.
You’ve learned how to hold it in.
You’ve learned how to keep going even when your chest feels heavy.

And the hardest part?

People assume you’re okay
because you’re still standing.

But there’s a difference between coping
and being okay.

Sometimes healing looks like
getting through the day with a lump in your throat.
Smiling while your nervous system is buzzing.
Going quiet because you don’t have the energy to explain yourself again.

Sometimes it’s not a breakdown.

It’s a slow ache.
A tired heart.
A woman still showing up anyway.

So if this is you right now…
if you feel tender, wobbly, “fine” but not really…

Nothing is wrong with you.

You’re human.
You’re healing.
And you don’t have to prove your pain for it to be real.

And trust me —
the woman who keeps showing up through this becomes unstoppable 🤍

Your nervous system has to feel safe before your next level arrives.Read that again.You can’t manifest from survival.You...
15/02/2026

Your nervous system has to feel safe before your next level arrives.

Read that again.

You can’t manifest from survival.
You manifest from security.

If something triggers you, it’s not a setback.
It’s an invitation to build deeper self-trust.

Alignment isn’t about perfection.
It’s about coming back to yourself again and again.

Today choose steadiness.
Even if it’s quiet.
Even if it’s soft.
Even if it’s imperfect.

That’s the frequency that changes everything.

The Year of the Snake is almost complete.And if we’re honest…This hasn’t been a light year.Snake energy doesn’t decorate...
15/02/2026

The Year of the Snake is almost complete.

And if we’re honest…
This hasn’t been a light year.

Snake energy doesn’t decorate your life.
It strips it.

It exposes illusions.
It brings truths to the surface.
It asks you to confront what you’ve been tolerating.
It makes you look at the stories you’ve been living inside.

This year may have asked you to:

• Outgrow people
• Release financial fear
• Face rejection wounds
• Let go of identities that once felt safe
• Sit in uncertainty
• Be misunderstood
• Shed versions of yourself you thought you needed

And shedding is not glamorous.

It is uncomfortable. Vulnerable. Raw.
It feels like loss before it feels like liberation.

But look at you.

You are not the same woman who began this cycle.

You have shed.
You have faced things.
You have survived the in-between.

Before the Fire Horse arrives on the 17th…
Pause.

Honour what this year has taken from you.
Honour what it has revealed.
Honour the skin you can no longer wear.

You do not step into the next cycle unchanged.
You step in initiated.

Today ask yourself:

What did this year teach me?
What did it strip away?
What am I finally ready to release for good?

Write it. Speak it. Burn it if you need to.

The Snake has done her work.

Now we prepare to run.

Drop a word below that you are leaving behind. 🐍🔥

🌙✨ Friday the 13th – When the woman Were Remembered ✨🌙Before fear wrapped itself around this date…Friday the 13th would ...
12/02/2026

🌙✨ Friday the 13th – When the woman Were Remembered ✨🌙

Before fear wrapped itself around this date…
Friday the 13th would have belonged to the woman.

Not the quiet, obedient version of womanhood.
But the ancient, earth-keeping, life-birthing, cycle-honouring Matriarch.

Friday carried the essence of Freyja — not just love and beauty, but sovereignty. A goddess who chose. Who led. Who practised magic without permission.

And 13? Thirteen was the rhythm of the Moon — the rhythm that guided planting, bleeding, birthing, gathering. It marked the councils of women. The circles of wisdom keepers. The grandmothers who understood that power was cyclical, not linear.

In matriarchal cultures, power did not dominate — it nurtured.
Leadership did not conquer — it protected life.
Authority was earned through wisdom, not force.

So imagine it…

A Friday the 13th thousands of years ago.
Women gathered under moonlight.
Stories shared. Herbs burned. Babies blessed. Decisions made in circle, not hierarchy.

Then came eras that feared what they could not control.

The wise woman became the witch.
The midwife became suspicious.
The intuitive voice became dangerous.

And slowly, subtly, the sacred was renamed “unlucky.”

Isn’t it interesting that a day woven with feminine rhythm and goddess energy became something to avoid?

But energy cannot be erased. It only waits.

And perhaps Friday the 13th is not a curse — but a quiet ancestral pulse.

A reminder that the matriarch still lives in you.

In the way you protect what you love.
In the way you sense what others miss.
In the way your body speaks in cycles, not deadlines.

Today is not about superstition.

It is about remembering that before systems, before shame, before suppression — women gathered, led, healed, and held the spiritual centre of their communities.

This day belongs to that lineage.

So stand tall in it.

Not as something unlucky.

But as something ancient.
Something wise.
Something that was never meant to be diminished.

Happy Friday the 13th — may the Matriarch rise gently within you. 🌙🔥

If life is precious… what would you stop postponing?Not in pressure.In permission.
12/02/2026

If life is precious… what would you stop postponing?

Not in pressure.
In permission.

What broke her wasn’t a disagreement.It was the slow, dawning disbelief.How am I here?Why am I explaining this?Why does ...
08/02/2026

What broke her wasn’t a disagreement.
It was the slow, dawning disbelief.

How am I here?
Why am I explaining this?
Why does this need justification at all?

By the time it was dismissed as a misunderstanding, it was already too late.
The damage wasn’t in the explanation — it was in the hours she spent believing something sacred might not be shared.

Her body had already absorbed it.
The adrenaline.
The fear.
The lonely vigilance of having to protect something that should have been safe.

Calling it miscommunication didn’t give those hours back.
It didn’t undo the moment her nervous system learned something new — and unwelcome.

Now she isn’t angry.
She’s beyond that.

She’s empty in the way that comes from realising you gave everything you had just to be understood — and it still wasn’t enough.

Some conversations don’t end in resolution.
They end in depletion.

And this one took more than it gave.

If this resonated today nothing is wrong with you — your system is responding to a loss of safety, and that deserves care 🕊️

Her head won’t stop.It keeps circling the same moments, the same words, the same realisations — not because she wants to...
08/02/2026

Her head won’t stop.

It keeps circling the same moments, the same words, the same realisations — not because she wants to punish herself, but because her mind is desperately trying to restore something that’s gone missing.

Safety.

Every thought pretends it’s about details.
About timelines.
About explanations.
About whether it was a misunderstanding.

But every road ends in the same place.

I don’t feel safe anymore.

Not in a loud, obvious way.
In the quiet way that changes everything.

The way you stop exhaling fully.
The way your body stays slightly braced, even when nothing is happening.
The way something that once felt like home now feels unfamiliar.

What undoes her is realising how sure she was before.
How she rested without knowing she was resting.
How she trusted without checking.

That version of safety didn’t ask questions.
It didn’t loop.
It didn’t need proof.

Now her mind keeps asking things it never had to ask before:
Was it ever as solid as I thought?
Did I imagine the certainty?
If it slipped once without me knowing, how do I trust it again?

She keeps trying to reason her way back to the feeling — telling herself it’s in the past, that nothing is changing now — but her body doesn’t recognise those words as reassurance.

Because safety isn’t an idea.
It’s a sensation.

And once that sensation disappears, there’s no map for how to get it back.

She doesn’t know how.
She doesn’t know if it returns slowly, or suddenly, or never quite in the same shape.
She only knows that something fundamental has shifted, and pretending otherwise feels like lying to herself.

So her mind keeps watch instead.
Scanning.
Remembering.
Trying to protect her from ever being that unguarded again.

She isn’t dramatic.
She isn’t overthinking for sport.
She’s responding to the moment her inner certainty collapsed.

And that kind of loss doesn’t resolve with explanations.
It settles only when the body learns — slowly, cautiously — whether it is safe to soften again.

Right now, she doesn’t have that answer.

She’s just awake inside the question.

She doesn’t get upset when she’s ignored.She gets smaller.Because being overlooked doesn’t feel new —it feels familiar.I...
05/02/2026

She doesn’t get upset when she’s ignored.
She gets smaller.

Because being overlooked doesn’t feel new —
it feels familiar.

It confirms the fear she rarely admits:
that her presence is tolerated, not wanted.
That she’s welcome… as long as she doesn’t need too much.
That she isn’t interesting enough to be held in someone’s attention.

It isn’t the silence that hurts.
It’s what the silence wakes up.
The old belief that her feelings are inconvenient.
That her heart takes up too much space.

So she learns to manage herself.
To be easy to love.
Easy to be around.
Easy to forget.

She listens more than she speaks.
She asks for less than she needs.
She edits herself mid-sentence.

Because somewhere along the way she learned
that being real makes you risky —
and being invisible feels safer than being unwanted

She knows this wound didn’t start here.
But that doesn’t stop it from reopening
every time she feels unseen.

If this feels familiar, this is the place we begin — gently unlearning the need to become smaller in order to be loved.

💫 So how do you actually mark Imbolc? 💫 Not with anything complicated.And definitely not by forcing yourself to feel mot...
01/02/2026

💫 So how do you actually mark Imbolc? 💫

Not with anything complicated.
And definitely not by forcing yourself to feel motivated.

Imbolc was never about celebration in the modern sense —
it was about tending.
The home.
The hearth.
The inner flame.

It has also always been linked to fertility — not as pressure to create, but as a reminder that the ground is becoming ready.

Here are a few gentle ways to honour it that still fit real life:

✨ Light a candle
That’s it. Just one.
A quiet acknowledgement that the light is returning —
even if you don’t feel it fully yet.

✨ Clear a small space
A drawer. A surface. A corner.
Not a full declutter. Just enough to let some air in.

✨ Ask one honest question
What feels like it’s beginning to shift for me?
No journaling marathon required.
Let the answer arrive in its own time.

✨ Do something nurturing
Early nights. Warm food. Saying no.
Imbolc is about care, not action.

This isn’t the season for pushing.
It’s the season for protecting what’s quietly growing.

If today feels ordinary, that’s perfect.
That’s exactly how Imbolc works 🤍

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