Flow & Frequency

Flow & Frequency Sound therapist-I hold space for healing and remembrance through breath, sound and embodied movement. This is a path back to your truth; raw, rooted, and real.

Founder of Flow and Frequency, where every vibration is an invitation to come home to yourself.

04/27/2026

My happy place 🥰

04/27/2026

One of my happy places with a great friend.

04/25/2026

Day 5. After sunset, we were granted private access to the King’s Chamber inside the Great Pyramid of Giza.

As the new moon lit the face of the pyramid, we stepped inside.

What I didn’t expect was the climb.

Crouched low, moving through narrow passageways, breathing thick, unmoving air…
it demanded more from my body than I was prepared for.

And in that moment, I was grateful I had been preparing anyway.
Stronger than I thought. More capable than I realized.

By the time we reached the chamber, something had already shifted.

My breath slowed.
My body adjusted.
And time… disappeared.

Two hours passed, but it didn’t feel like time at all.

In that chamber, I felt how sound and vibration can shift the body into a completely different state…
where the nervous system softens and time no longer moves the same.

I won’t speak on everything that happened inside.
Some experiences aren’t meant to be explained… only held.

But I left with questions I can’t shake.

What was this space truly built for?
What did they understand about the body… about breath… about sound?

Because whatever it is, you don’t just walk into that chamber.

You feel it.

And I’m still integrating it.

04/24/2026

I couldn’t leave the GEM the same.

Because once you ask
“what am I creating that lasts?”
you can’t go back to rushing the same way.

The ancients didn’t just build monuments, they built with intention, with presence,
with a relationship to time that most of us have lost.

And I saw it clearly…

It’s not that we don’t have time,
it’s that we move like everything is disposable.

Our attention.
Our energy.
Our lives.

That’s the real loss.

So I slowed down.

Not dramatically, not perfectly.

Just enough to notice
where I’ve been rushing past my own life.

That’s the shift.

Not Egypt, not the artifacts.

The awareness you take with you after.

If you’ve been moving fast lately…
this is your reminder.

Slow down.
Pay attention.
Be where you are.

Because what you’re living right now, is what you’re leaving behind.

04/22/2026

4 in Egypt… and I was still watching.

Clapping. Singing along.
Smiling from my seat.

The music was alive.
The dancers were fully in their bodies.
Unapologetic. Expressive. Free.

And I could feel it in me…
that quiet pull to move, to join, to let go.

But I didn’t.

Not because I didn’t want to.
Because I wasn’t there yet.

And that matters.

Because remembering yourself isn’t instant.
It’s not something you perform on cue.

It’s a soft unraveling.
A moment where you notice…
I’ve been holding back.

That night wasn’t about me getting on stage.
It was about me seeing where I was still contained.

And being honest about it.

Later in the trip… I let go more.
I danced. I laughed. I stopped thinking so much.

But this was the beginning.

So if you’re watching instead of jumping in…
you’re not behind.

You’re just becoming aware.

And that’s where it starts.

04/21/2026

Day 3. Saqqara.

From the outside, it felt familiar.
The Step Pyramid of Djoser rising under a dark, stormy sky… ancient, powerful, but still something I could understand.

Then we went underground.

I had to crouch through a narrow shaft to enter a chamber where the walls told the story of a man’s life. His offerings. His legacy. His attempt to be remembered.

It felt human. Personal. Intimate.

We moved through the Imhotep Museum… where fragments of that world are preserved. Artifacts, carvings, pieces of a civilization still trying to speak.

And then… we walked into the Serapeum of Saqqara.

Massive granite sarcophagi connected to the Apis Bull… some weighing close to 100 tons. Perfectly cut. Precisely placed.

They say these were burial chambers.

But standing there… that explanation didn’t feel complete.

The tomb showed me a life.
The museum preserved the memory of it.

But the Serapeum?

That left me with questions.

And maybe that’s the point.

Not everything is meant to be fully understood…
but it can still be deeply felt.





04/19/2026

A month later… and I’m still thinking about this moment.

Standing at the base of the Great Pyramid
with my hands on stones that have been here for thousands of years.

At the time, it felt surreal
but looking back… it feels like confirmation.

There was a version of me, a little girl, who dreamed about this place who wondered what it would feel like to be here… not in pictures, not in books… but in real life.

And I actually did it!

Not by accident.
Not by luck.
But because I said yes…

Yes to the trip.
Yes to the pull I couldn’t explain.
Yes to trusting myself even when it didn’t make sense.

And what’s stayed with me most isn’t just the pyramids.

It’s the realization that the life I keep imagining is available to me, but only if I keep choosing it.

I know I’m not the only one who feels that pull;
that quiet knowing that there is more… and that you’re meant to experience it.

And I’m not ignoring that anymore.
I’m building a life and experiences that help women answer that call too.

If you’ve been waiting for a sign to stop putting your life on hold, this might be it.

Follow along…
this is only the beginning.

04/18/2026

Alright… be honest with me.

Barcelona is next, and I’ve been going back and forth…

I thought I wanted the ocean, but after two weeks at sea, I think I actually want to land somewhere with soul.

Walkable mornings. Café corners. Culture I can feel.
Close to everything, but not swallowed by it.

I’m leaning toward staying in the heart of it… but not in the chaos.

If you’ve been—where did you stay that felt like an experience, not just a place to sleep?
And what’s one thing you would never skip?

If you had to choose…
🏙️ city with soul or 🌊 sea?

04/15/2026

Walking through the museum, you start to understand something quickly…

This wasn’t just a civilization.
It was a way of life.

Every piece tells a story.
How they lived.
What they valued.
What they believed would carry them beyond this life.

Even in the everyday objects…
there’s intention, detail, meaning.

And then… you enter a different space.

No photos.
No distractions.
Just presence.

That’s where the kings and queens are held.

And everything shifts.

My body got still.
My breath slowed and deepened.
There was a quiet expansion in my chest I didn’t expect.

At each one, I paused.

Eyes closed.
Awareness inward.
Acknowledging the life they lived… and the legacy that remains.

Not trying to make anything happen.
Just being with it.

And what I noticed was this…

When you actually slow down,
your body responds.

It softens.
It opens.
It listens.

We don’t give ourselves that space often.

But in that room…
there was no rushing.

Only presence.

And in that presence, I felt something settle in me…
a quiet confirmation that I was exactly where I needed to be.

Thousands of years later,
their legacy still lives.

Not just in what we can see…
but in what we can still feel.

If your body has been asking you to slow down…
this is your reminder.

This is the space I guide people into.

04/13/2026

I walked through rooms filled with pieces that shouldn’t still exist…
and yet they do.

Fragments of a people who held onto their faith, their identity, and their truth through centuries of pressure, persecution, and change.

Hand-carved wood. Woven textiles. Icons that still carry presence.
Not perfect. Not untouched. But preserved.

And that’s what stayed with me.

Not just the beauty…
but the decision to keep going.
To keep creating.
To keep believing in something bigger than the moment they were living in.

You can feel it in the details.
In the way their lives were documented.
In the way nothing was wasted, everything meant something.

It made me think about what we leave behind.

What parts of our story are we willing to preserve?
What truth are we actually living?

Grateful to witness a culture that didn’t just survive…
but made sure their voice would still be heard.

If you’ve ever felt disconnected from your roots, your voice, or your path…
this place reminds you that people have always found a way back.

If this speaks to you, sit with it.
And if you’re feeling called to reconnect with your own rhythm, I hold space for that.

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04/12/2026

I landed in Cairo at midnight… and I felt it immediately.

Excitement.
Gratitude.
A kind of energy I can’t fully explain.

This was a place I had dreamed of since I was a little girl.
And I was finally here.

I was welcomed with fresh juice, brought into a space that felt expansive and comfortable, and for the first time in a while… I could actually exhale.

The next morning, I slowed down for breakfast.
Let myself be nourished.
Let myself take it in.

And then I walked to the Nile.

Standing there… I felt overwhelmed in the best way.

Awe.
Reverence.
Gratitude.

I was looking at the lifeline of a civilization.
Something ancient. Living. Still flowing.

And something in me recognized it.

This wasn’t just a trip.
This was a moment I had carried for years… finally becoming real.

Day 1 of 22.
I’m sharing this journey through reflection, through feeling, and through everything it moved in me.

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