Heart's Garden

01/02/2026

The first day of the year arrives like a quiet pause in the turning of time—a moment suspended between what has ended and what has not yet begun. The hours feel stretched and unmeasured; the world holds its breath, and even the smallest movement seems to echo.

Shadows of the old year linger in frost and still air, while the new year waits—unseen but present—just beyond the horizon. Some call this the Day Between Breaths: a gentle in-between where possibility pulses slowly, tender and alive.

On this day, the world itself seems to listen. Rivers move more quietly, trees hold their frozen branches in stillness, and even the wind softens to a low murmur. If you wander through the woods at dawn, you might notice faint impressions in the frost—paths never taken, chances not yet arrived—and tiny glimmers of light hovering just above the ground.

The first day of the year is not a starting line. It is a pause—a soft exhale between what has been and what is quietly forming. In these earliest hours, the veil between what is and what could be feels thinnest. You may glimpse the shimmer of an unwalked path, hear the faint voice of intention, or feel time slow until it matches your own breath.

Here, there is no urgency. No resolving. Only noticing. Let your thoughts drift like snow settling on bare branches, like light resting on a frost-lined windowpane. Allow your heart to remember its own rhythm. The air itself feels alive, carrying subtle guidance, gentle encouragement, and the hush of hidden magic.

Step slowly, or remain still. Breathe with the day. Listen for what stirs within. The first day is not about doing—it is about being. And in being here, you honor the unseen, the tender, and the quietly waiting possibilities of the year to come.

12/31/2025

🕯🐻 ❄️ DECEMBER 31ST ❄️🐻🕯

It is a new calendar year tomorrow --- but the Mother 🌎, she still sleeps.

While the natural world remains in her slumber, many of us fall into the hustle and bustle of what January 1st so often brings...
🏃‍♂️Resolutions, goals, perpetual motion of body and mind...
Attention is often directed toward what's trending, wanted or needed in the year to come...

When we look to mother nature, she reminds us that we are still within a dormant season.
The seeds spread on last autumn's breeze remain in darkness beneath the soil.
They nestle down, awaiting the warmth of spring's light to let them know it's time to move and grow. 🌱

We too are a part of this wild and natural world.
We too are meant to remain in this season of rest, of darkness, of turning inward.

📅 It wasn't until 1582 that the Gregorian calendar was introduced, disrupting the natural rhythms of 13 months, 13 moons, and a new year that began in the spring.
... So if you're lacking motivation, craving stillness, or longing for rest 😴 - know that you're not falling behind.

You're not broken or lazy.

Your body is following an ancient and sacred rhythm, and it's begging for your mind and spirit to do the same.

It is okay to slow down. 🐌
It is okay to rest. 🛌

We will awaken with the world as the snow melts and the warmth returns.
Until then, be gentle. 🙏❤️🙏

12/09/2025

12/09/2025

As the light wanes and the nights grow long, the Cailleach awakens. She is the ancient winter hag of the Highlands, the old woman of storms and stone, the keeper of frost and the quiet turning of the year. In Scottish tradition, her presence is not abstract—she is woven into the very landscape. With her staff she shapes mountains, summons blizzards, and freezes rivers into stillness. Her arrival is felt in the first hard frost, the bare trees, the wind that seems to carry an older voice through empty fields.

The Cailleach embodies endurance, sovereignty, and the sacredness of endings. She is the crone who knows that decay feeds new life, that the death of the year’s light is not a loss but a necessary pause. Folklore describes her as veiled and formidable, her hair white as spindrift, her eyes keen as ice. Sometimes she strides through the storm; other times she moves silently through frost-blackened forests, leaving the world transformed in her wake. To encounter her is to understand winter’s truth: stillness is not emptiness, but a deep, generative quiet.

Her stories are older than memory. In some traditions she rules the dark half of the year, handing over her power to Brigid at Imbolc when the first signs of thaw appear. In others, she renews her age each Samhain, drinking from the Well of Youth before stepping into her season of sovereignty. She counts the snows as markers of her rule, and with the planting of her staff she can freeze a loch, bring down a storm, or hush the land beneath a mantle of white. Her magic is elemental—patient, deliberate, and absolute.

The Cailleach is not a figure of fear but a presence to honor. She teaches that winter’s austerity has purpose, that the world—and our inner lives—require this quieting. As she moves across mountains and moors, her touch brings clarity: the stripping away of what cannot endure, the sharpening of what must. Under her watch, the land rests, seeds sleep, and the bones of the world show through. Her lessons are carved in frost—surrender, resilience, and the strength found in stillness.

Imagine her moving through the hills around you: heavy-footed across stone, brushing branches with a cold hand, drawing the hush deeper. Notice what is settling in your own life—what is falling away, what is being cleared, what lies dormant beneath the surface. Let her presence remind you that winter is not absence but preparation, and that the quiet season is holy in its own way.

In her wake, endings are honored. In her silence, wisdom roots. In her frost, the hidden world prepares to bloom again.

12/03/2025

A morning reminder to slow down and breathe in the miracle of existence.
❤️🙏❤️

11/24/2025

It's true! Join me sometime!
🤣❤️🧘‍♀️

11/15/2025

❤️🙏❤️

No one tells you that peace can feel like breaking.
That after years of running on adrenaline and hypervigilance,
the moment your body stops bracing — it crashes.

You think you’re falling apart.
You’re not.
You’re finally coming down from a lifetime of surviving.

For years, your nervous system lived in emergency mode —
heart racing, muscles clenched, mind scanning for threat.
You called it anxiety, overthinking, perfectionism.
But really, it was a body that never got the memo: the danger is over.

So when healing begins, it doesn’t feel graceful — it feels confusing.
You can’t focus.
You’re exhausted for no reason.
You lose motivation, feel detached, even depressed.
Not because you’re broken — but because your body is finally safe enough to stop pretending it’s fine.

This is what repair looks like.
The crash isn’t failure — it’s recalibration.
It’s your cells exhaling after decades of holding their breath.
It’s your nervous system moving from vigilance to vulnerability.

You’re not lazy.
You’re unlearning emergency.

Let yourself rest without guilt.
The world taught you to glorify resilience,
but recovery has its own quiet strength —
the kind that rebuilds from the inside out.

So if all you can do right now is breathe,
if your body feels heavy, slow, or foreign —
don’t fight it.
That’s your system learning peace,
one surrendered moment at a time.

You’re not falling apart.
You’re finally letting go.

11/04/2025

I'm gunna say this one real loud for ya'll in the back:

📣ANGER is a

👏Normal
👏Healthy
👏Valid

emotion that NEEDS to be felt and expressed.

We're human.
Life hurts.
It ain't fair.
Patience wears thin.
People suck.
... but what do we do with it?

For so long we've been taught (women in particular) to bottle that $&*t up and burry it deep down inside.
"Be grateful."
"Look for the silver lining."
🤮 BArF.

But what happens when the bottle is full and there's nowhere within the burial grounds of our rage to stuff it? ...
💥Explosive, harmful, reactive RAGE rises. And, more often than not, hurts the innocent people that stand in its wake. 💥

When we stuff it, pretend like it doesn't exist, put a pretty smile on our faces for the sake of "being nice", it doesn't magically dissappear. It stays trapped inside of our bodies carried as dense energy that eventually manifests into physical pain {dis-ease} or, as mentioned above, acts like a ticking time bomb that explodes in all the wrong places.
...

With a bangin 2000s alt rock Playlist 🤘and some punches and kicks thrown into our cardio at yesterday's sculpt class, I was reminded of how necessary it is to embody, express, and release this sacred emotion.

Anger is fuel. Anger is a motivator. Anger is a non negotiable nemesis to face along our journey of healing... a nemesis that can easily become an ally should we give it room to be heard, felt, embodied, and released. ...

It's okay to be angry. It's what we do with the anger that counts.

🥊 Smash a punching bag.
😱 Scream into a pillow.
🏋‍♀️ Work out.
🎨 Create.

Do something with it before it owns you....

^what's your favorite 🌟HEALTHY🌟 way to move through your anger?

---- I'm gunna drop yesterday's Playlist in the comments - fellow millennial/gen x'rs, feel free to scream it at the top of your lungs.
😘👊💥

11/02/2025

10/31/2025

🎃💀October 31st - November 2nd💀🎃

Halloween 🧡 Sahmain 🖤 All Hallows Eve 🧡 All Saints Day 🖤 Dias De Los Mu***os 🧡

From childhood onward, I've witnessed so much controversy surrounding this holiday.
With each person landing somewhere different on the spectrum of Halloween celebration - from believing it's evil to going all out with spiritual ritual - many land somewhere in between with the casual costume party and traditional bucket of candy collected going door to door.

What I see, particularly in this day and age (and within the safety net of social media where everyone feels entitled to tell you the right way to live your life), is this holiday being used as yet another reason to create divide.

🧙‍♀️Those who celebrate the origins of Samhain, deemed evil witches by those of stricter religious backgrounds.

🍬Those who are in it for the candy and costumes, called out to be ignorant posers by the "deeply spiritual" crowd.

💀Those with Latin heritage celebrating the day of the dead here in America, well, we've seen how supported our Hispanic brothers and sisters are in this country right now... 💔
...
Whatever your background or personal beliefs, one thing I know for certain is that we need LESS DIVISION and MORE LOVE.
Today, and every day.

When we look at all origins of these holidays, they have one thing in common.
At their core, they are all based on honoring our loved ones who've gone on before us.
A day(s) of remembrance.
Of memories.
Of tears.
Of laughter.

Whether you believe in the presence of spirit beyond the physical body, or simply reflect on the impact those now gone had on your life, we can ALL find common ground in the fact that each of us have suffered loss, and will continue to do so on this journey of being alive and human.

So rather than going out of your way to cast judgment upon those who think and feel differently than you, I encourage all of us to sit in a different space this weekend.
A space where we give zero *%ks about what anyone else is doing with their time.
A space where we take out old pictures, tell some old stories, light a few candles, laugh, cry, and honor the memories of those we have loved and lost in this life.

Today, I want to remind those moving through grief that you're not alone.

Today, I sit with you all in remembrance.
💀❤️💀

📷The comments below are a SAFE SPACE where I invite all to drop a picture(s) of the loved ones in spirit you'd like to honor today.

09/22/2025

Do you feel it?

The gentle unraveling and drifting away of seasons past?

It's with every inhale that we invite the new, and within the exhale that we release...

But are we breathing fully?

Are we bringing that new life into the belly to be nourished and churned?

Are we exhaling to its very bottom to release the weight that's kept us anchored in the past?

There's no right or wrong...
Just notice.
Then commit to breathing deeper.

Change can be fearful, yes, but it is also one of life's few certainties.

Today, and every day, step outside and breathe deeply.

You are not alone in this season of change.
🍁🍃🙏❤️🙏🍃🍁