04/03/2026
I haven’t really shared this publicly but I feel called to today.
It’s Good Friday and I’ve been reflecting on sacrifice, faith, and what it means to come back home to God.
I’ve been on a journey back to my faith.
And I want to be very clear about something that matters deeply to me in my work and in how I hold people.
I meet people where they are.
I understand that for many, faith comes with wounds. Often from experiences with religion or people who have carried it in a way that felt self righteous, rigid, or unsafe.
I get that.
My return to faith has been messy until it wasn’t.
There were seasons where I needed more distance and softer language. Things like nature, universe, or something greater. As I healed my own wounds around religion and faith. And now I’m finding my way back to God in a more grounded and rooted way.
My work, especially around birth and motherhood, has always included a sense that we are not doing this alone. That there is something greater holding us. And I still believe that.
What’s become more true for me lately is that I can’t separate my faith from who I am or how I show up anymore. It’s woven in.
And still I will always meet you where you are.
Because I don’t believe healing, motherhood, or birth requires a perfect relationship with faith.
It requires support. Presence. And something steady to hold onto when things feel bigger than us.
Sometimes coming back to yourself looks like faith.
Sometimes it looks like returning to God.
Sometimes it looks like finding your way through where you are right now.
I believe all of it can lead you home.
Wherever you are today I hope you feel held, supported, and deeply loved and if your heart has been softening or feeling a call back to a deeper sense of faith I hope you feel open to whatever that journey looks like for you.