Sensitive Soul Embodied

01/21/2026

As it should be 🎉👏

08/04/2025

39.

My last dance around the sun in my 30s.

Every year on my earth-ray I choose a word to guide and support me through the year. This year my word is RELEASE.

Release of old patterns, habits, beliefs, thoughts, burdens (amasa), expectations, judgements, that are outdated and no longer serve me for my greatest good. Things I have been carrying with me for too long.

I want to focus this year on releasing so that I may enter into my 40s — a new decade —feeling cleansed, fresh, and open to receive.

06/15/2025

✨ Happy Father’s Day to the man who wears all the hats:
• Grill master
• Spider remover
• Toy assembler
• Snack distributor
• Expert hug giver
• Human jungle gym
• Protector of our little crew

We love him more than words (and snacks) can say. I am so grateful for him showing up every single day with humor, love, and quiet strength.

He makes this whole parenting thing look easy — even when we both know it’s not. 😉

05/30/2025

Purple and yellow—one of my favorite color combinations. 💜🌼

Nature pairs them often, not just for beauty, but for purpose.
Together, they call to the pollinators more clearly than they could alone.
A quiet lesson blooming at our feet:
We don’t have to compete to be seen.
We can stand beside one another, shine together,
and trust that reciprocity is the path to abundance.

When we come together and share our beauty,
our stories, our traditions—side by side,
without trying to grow over or take over one another—
something sacred happens.
Like the wildflowers, we bloom more fully in the presence of each other.
And in that shared space, life thrives.

Inspired by Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

05/30/2025

✨ When the crash comes, it’s not always loud.
Sometimes it looks like silence.
Like pulling away.
Like feeling everything and nothing all at once.

This is for the ones who give their all, feel it all more deeply, then wonder why they suddenly feel like they’re disappearing.
You’re not broken.
You’re just at capacity.

🌀 In my latest blog, I name what happens when the burnout creeps in quietly, and offer a powerful first step to help you meet yourself there.
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05/25/2025

Prayer grounds us. Gratitude opens us.
Together, they shift our perspective, reminding us we are connected, guided, and never alone.
Even a whispered thank you is a powerful offering.

05/20/2025

From wild young love to sacred partnership,
Sixteen years orbiting each other’s souls,
Nine of them as husband and wife.
Still choosing, still becoming.
Always us.

05/13/2025

As highly sensitive souls, we often feel like we have to carry it all—every emotion, every ripple, every storm.

But we’re not meant to do this alone.
There is support around us—in the seen and unseen.
In a best friend who shows up like medicine.
In a buffalo-shaped stone.
In a tree stump that suddenly feels like it’s watching over you.

This piece is about my soul sister Sommer, the Sacred Buffalo, and the gentle truth that we are always being held… even when we forget.

💫 New blog is live— https://open.substack.com/pub/sensitivesoulembodied/p/the-sacred-buffalo-when-friendship?r=3xrw2l&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=false

05/09/2025

🐆✨ New Post: The Night Jaguar Came Alive ✨🐆

Last night, the veil thinned.

What started as a simple act—placing a sacred bundle beside my bed—turned into a powerful initiation. Jaguar came. With eyes that pierced the dark. With whispers and drumming that echoed through the night. With a presence that asked me not to run, but to stay.

This post is for the ones who feel deeply, who have always sensed there was something more. For those walking the path of the sensitive, the spiritual, the wild and wise.

If you’ve ever wondered whether your fear is a barrier or a doorway… come read what happened when I faced it.

💫 “They would not come to you so intensely if they didn’t think you were up for the calling.” – Kipa

Read the full story here →
https://open.substack.com/pub/sensitivesoulembodied/p/the-night-jaguar-came-alive?r=3xrw2l&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=false

05/07/2025

✨ You were never meant to shrink yourself into silence or discomfort so others could stretch out in comfort. ✨

That truth found me on an ordinary morning in a coffee shop—when my nervous system was screaming, someone behind me was projecting impatience, and I questioned my own worth of taking up space to make someone else more comfortable.

The truth is:
My Presence is not a problem to solve
My space is not a burden
My needs are not too much
I am allowed to take up space.

My latest blog post is for every sensitive soul who’s ever second-guessed their right to be, to move slowly, to honor their presence - to take up space.

It’s raw. Reflective. Rooted in buffalo medicine.

💜 Read it now:

https://open.substack.com/pub/sensitivesoulembodied/p/the-courage-to-take-up-space?r=3xrw2l&utm_medium=ios

For every sensitive soul who’s ever questioned if they were “too much”—this one’s for you.

05/06/2025

She didn’t hit me with her car.
She hit me with her unprocessed shame.

Yesterday morning, I stood in the middle of a street—my child behind me, my body bracing for impact—not just from tires, but from rage that wasn’t mine.

And in that moment, something ancient rose within me.

The Wild Boar.
The Sacred Buffalo.
The part of me that doesn’t shrink.
The part that says: Not today.

This isn’t just a story about a near miss.
It’s about what happens when someone tries to hand you their storm—and you choose to turn it into medicine.

⚡ Read the full piece: Between Tusk and Hoof: https://sensitivesoulembodied.substack.com/p/between-tusk-and-hoof-alchemizing

🐗🐃 For anyone who's ever walked through fire and come out carrying wisdom.

05/04/2025

Since the Spring Equinox, I’ve been walking a sacred path of animal medicine with Kipa Cetán. This week, the buffalo came.

In a powerful shamanic journey, I was cracked open by visions of fire, storm, and sorrow… of ancestors appearing as buffalo, of prayers rising in smoke, of a white buffalo glowing blue beneath the moon.

I emerged from the journey changed, weeping for what has been lost—and remembering what still lives on.

🌀 New blog post now live. https://sensitivesoulembodied.substack.com/p/mitakuye-oyasin?r=3xrw2l

🐃 Buffalo Medicine

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