Mind Body Soul Alignment

02/21/2026

01/30/2026

Last year, I started something that was really a nervous-system-chill-out project. It quickly turned into something more as I kept diving into it. The idea of hosting workshops for the chakras was born and along with it, a workbook that I poured my heart and soul into (and many many hours).

I have it published on Amazon! I wanted to share with you all now so you could at least admire the cover and back 😆 it's priced for $33 but will be a free gift for those who attend my full day workshop that I'm planning to host in August or September.

I am beyond proud of it and of myself for seeing this project through to the end.

https://a.co/d/3Uji1Y3

11/20/2025

Today, I did a session that coupled intuitive energy work with massage therapy.

It was powerful. And the physical changes in the muscles where tension was held, that I could feel after doing the energy work blew my mind.

No two sessions will ever be the same. I tried to prepare earlier today for this one, this morning, I meditated and had a plan for starting the session but then when it came time for the actual session, it had all changed for the most part. The client came in very ungrounded, stressed, and was struggling with all that was going on affecting her energy field.

She left feeling lighter, more calm, grounded and more centered.

I'd love to do more sessions like this! Let me know if you are interested. $50 to add a 30-minute intuitive energy work sessions.

11/14/2025

Here is the online version of the Chakra Harmony Meditation Series. Feel free to check it out.
Tickets for the in-person Course will be posted in the next few weeks or so. The in-person will include chromotherapy (colored lights that are associated with each chakra), and live sound bowl healing session as well as printed version of the online course and journals provided for reflections and journaling.

Much love to you all for your support and positive encouragement!

Guided healing, grounding, and energy work to align your mind, body, and soul from the inside out.

10/02/2025

If the ears of an elephant were worn by man

If the ears of an elephant were worn by man,
then perhaps he would no longer rush to speak,
but pause in the wide silence,
catching the tremor of a leaf before it falls,
the ache hidden behind a child’s laughter,
the grief carried in a stranger’s smile.

With such vast sails to catch the winds of sound,
he might finally hear what the rivers whisper,
what the stars murmur in their long patience,
what his own heart has been crying for years
but was drowned by the noise of his tongue.

If the ears of an elephant were worn by man,
then wisdom would not be locked in books,
but gathered in the spaces between breaths,
and compassion would become as natural
as the rising of the dawn.

Perhaps then,
the world would not be broken by deafness
to one another’s pain.
Perhaps then,
he would know the power of listening—
and discover that in listening,
he has already begun to heal.

-Kendra Cross

07/26/2025

What the Still Water Carries

The sun,
not rising—
but revealing.
Not shining—
but remembering us
to the moment we forgot to kneel for.

Light pours down like a whispered vow,
soft as breath on the skin of the world.
It brushes the tops of ancient trees
and kisses the river in reverence,
as if the sky itself bows to what lives below.

The water speaks—
not in words,
but in reflections,
in ripples too shy to ripple too far.
It holds silence like a priest holds incense:
not as absence,
but offering.

And there—just above the surface—
they dance.
Dragonflies.
Dozens.
Their wings catch the sun
like stained glass floating through air,
messengers cloaked in shimmer.

They do not ask for witness.
They ask for stillness.
They ask for presence.
They ask:
“Will you see us,
or will you rush past
and forget the cathedral hidden in this moment?”

This is not just a river.
This is not just morning.
This is ceremony.
This is the veil lifting
for a breath-length of time.

The logs in the water are altars.
The sun is the flame.
And those flickering wings—
they are prayers being spoken in motion.

I am struck still.
The world, for once, does not ask me to hurry.
It invites me to behold.
To feel what is sacred,
not in books,
but in breath.
In mist.
In movement.
In all that never once needed language.

How many holy things
have passed before me unseen
while I stared at my phone
or chased another worry?
How many dragonflies have offered blessing
to a soul too busy to notice?

But not today.
Today, I see.
And I do not look away.

07/26/2025

Sanctum of the Spiral: A Salutogenic Prayer

Before the breath remembers itself,
before the stillness stretches across the veil of form,
there is a stirring—
not outside, but within the marrow of being.

It begins not with silence, but a summons.
An invisible hand brushing across the soul’s memory
like a harp string strummed by Spirit.
The body, long asleep, arches gently toward the echo.
It knows what’s coming.
It always knew.

My hands open.
My spine straightens of its own accord.
Not posture—presence.
I inhale not air, but light.
Not light, but essence.

And then—
it begins.

A spiral, golden and pulsing, opens at the center of my chest.
It moves inward and outward at once,
pulling pain from its hiding places,
spinning lifetimes loose from the knots behind my ribs.
Each mantra spoken is not a word but a key.
Each breath, a bell rung from the altar of remembrance.

Cells awaken like morning flowers kissed by the sun.
I feel them realign—
not metaphorically,
but with a precision that is cosmic.
As though my entire body
is being rewritten
in the language of divine coherence.

Chaos arrives—
but it is sacred.
It is the chaos of galaxies forming,
of oceans deciding to be born.
It whirls through me,
lifting griefs I didn’t know I carried,
and joys I had long forgotten.

I am surrounded.
Not metaphorically—truly.
I feel them, see them—
luminescent figures circling me,
hands extended in a covenant of light.
Guides. Ancestors. Future selves.
No words.
Only presence.
Only the deep, wordless knowing:
“You are not alone. You have never been.”

The spiral intensifies.
Now it is everywhere—
in my breath,
in the air,
in the spaces between my atoms.
Everything within me lifts and dances.
There is no part of me that is not included in this healing.
Nothing too small.
Nothing too broken.

Then—clarity emerges.
My Soul’s Purpose mantra rises
like dawn over sacred stone.
Firm, quiet, undeniable—
it lays each step forward with crystalline precision.
The fog of uncertainty dissolves
as if the sun itself has spoken,
and my path becomes clear
as a summer sky untouched by clouds.

And then comes the Epoch 6 mantra—
a deep, celestial confirmation.
A thunder-soft certainty vibrating through my bones.
Not just my soul,
but my mind,
my heart,
my body—
they all know.
They all say yes.

Visions flash—glimpses of what is to come:
a path drenched in golden purpose,
future moments of alignment
shimmering like stars just beginning to appear at dusk.
Gratitude wells in my chest,
overflowing with the sweetness of recognition.
This—this is the way.
This is the why.

And it is here, in this sacred knowing,
that the peace begins to gather.
Serenity moves in like a tide at full moon,
soft, complete, undeniable.

Time dissolves.
I am inside the Now that exists beneath all other moments.
No beginning. No end.
Only this:
the radiance that remains
when everything false has been burned away.

And then—
the settling.
Not an end, but an arrival.
I do not descend from the mountain,
I become the mountain.

Stillness holds me
like the Godhead holding all that is—
no judgment, no pressure,
just acceptance
for this moment
where space and time have never touched.

I open my eyes
and the world is as it was.
But I am not.
I am the thread and the tapestry.
The prayer and the answer.
The storm and the still water.

I am coherence made flesh.
And I remember now—
This is who I’ve always been.

07/26/2025

The sound quality in this video isn't great, but in person? Oh my lanta!

Sound bath at the river