Nicole Henley - Soul Alchemist

Nicole Henley - Soul Alchemist Somatics đź’« Soulwork đź’« Ceremony
Guiding transformation through through nervous system work, sacred esoteric practice, ritual & plant wisdom

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11/14/2025

We're in the last week of Scorpio season.... but guess what.... I'm a Scorpio all year long so....

11/13/2025

When the self love game gets strong, the world feels different because you finally remember who you were before anyone tried to shrink you.

What’s wild is that decades ago, I actually did know how to take up space. I was loud, bright, unfiltered, and fully expressed. And then somewhere along the line, I unlearned that. Not because I lost myself, but because I allowed certain relationships, specifically romantic partnership.... to influence the way I saw myself. I let partners convince me that I was too loud, too emotional, too intense, too much. And when you hear that long enough, you start to fold in on yourself. You start to make yourself smaller to keep the peace, and you start to mistake shrinking for safety.

The woman I am now is remembering. She’s rebuilding. She’s resurrecting the version of herself who never apologized for taking up space. Self love isn’t a trend for me… it’s a devotion.... a choice.... a daily practice that I keep coming back to. These last two decades have been a journey of unbecoming and then choosing myself again through heartbreak, rebirth, motherhood, shadow work, and every version of me that had to fall away.

Now I hype myself the way I used to hope someone else would. I romanticize the hell out of my own life… the morning coffee, the quiet moments, the messy parts.... the magic.... all of it. I celebrate the life I’ve rebuilt with my own hands.

Not everyone is going to think I’m cute or funny or magnetic. And that’s okay. They’re wrong. Because I know who I am.... and I refuse to shrink for anyone.

If you’re in your own season of remembering and reclaiming yourself, you’re not alone. And when you’re ready to rise, I’ve got you.

11/12/2025

Well it's been a bit.... but I'm just here with another .

(Red) String Theory

They say everything that exists
is built from vibration....
tiny strings of energy,
trembling
in eleven dimensions,
composing
the fabric of all that is.

If that’s true,
then maybe we were inevitable.
Not soulmates,
not serendipity...
just physics,
two resonant frequencies that found coherence
and never fully let go.

You exist in me
like a waveform
that won’t collapse,
a probability
that refuses to resolve.

Every time I think it’s gone,
I feel the interference pattern hum....
a ghost frequency
under the surface
of my skin.

Maybe it isn’t romance.
Maybe it’s resonance.
Quantum entanglement written as longing...
two particles
once touching,
now light years apart,
still mirroring every motion.

Science says it can’t explain why.
They just know it happens.
One moves,
the other stirs.
Across vacuum.
Across time.
Across the limits of observable reality.

You are my unobservable...
the thing beyond measurement
that still alters the math.
Every decision I make ripples,
and somewhere,
your name shivers in the field.

Maybe that’s what the red string really is...
not myth,
not thread,
but the curve of spacetime folding
so two points stay tethered
even as everything expands.

I can trace you
through
data and dream alike....
through
particle collisions and heartbeat skips,
through
static and starlight.

And no matter what I call it...
fate,
formula,
mistake....
it still feels like gravity.

And maybe that's because
gravity is just love
that’s learned how to speak
the language of mass.
It bends everything toward what it cannot forget.
And I…
I'm still bending.

You,
the constant
in every version of the equation.
And me...
the variable still trying
to solve for us.

I wore a full-on bodysuit to a music event this weekend. For the first time in my life... at 42.That might not sound lik...
11/11/2025

I wore a full-on bodysuit to a music event this weekend. For the first time in my life... at 42.

That might not sound like much, but for me, it was everything. It was one of those quiet milestones that only I could really feel the depth of... the kind that comes after DECADES of working to feel safe in a body that’s carried so much.

I lost a drastic amount of WEIGHT 22 years ago, long before motherhood. And while people celebrated it, I was quietly drowning in what came after.

No one talks about the grief that follows weight loss. The way your body becomes unfamiliar... the loose skin that tells the story of what once was, the ghosts of the weight that still live in your reflection, the constant recalibration of how to exist in a new form.

Everyone said I should feel proud. And while I was... I also felt disoriented. Like I’d shed one version of myself but hadn’t yet found home in the new one. And then motherhood came. And that brought a different kind of transformation... one that stretched me far beyond the physical. The exhaustion, the hormones, the ways your body becomes an extension of someone else’s needs for years.... and becomes even more unrecognizable.
The love and sacrifice. The strength and depletion.

There were years I couldn’t look at my reflection without flinching. Not because I hated what I saw, but because I didn’t recognize her. This body has been everything... big, small, strong, broken, soft, scarred, stretched, sacred. It has held grief, love, life, loss. It has held me.

But it’s taken me decades to hold it back.

So this weekend, when I put on that bodysuit... I felt something I haven’t felt maybe ever... truly at peace.... and sexy AF.

I didn’t put it on for anyone else. I didn’t wear it to be seen. I wore it because I finally could. Because I’m tired of apologizing for the evidence of my life. And for the first time, I TRULY felt safe enough to take up space in my body, in my joy, in my truth.

And when a woman finally feels safe in her body, the freak in her wakes up. The one who’s playful, magnetic, sensual, and free. The one who’s not dressing for the male gaze, but for her own liberation.

And that kind of embodiment… that quiet, sexy, sovereign reclamation… is not for the weak.

This is the work I do now... helping others come home to themselves. Not by bypassing the hard parts, but by learning to feel safe enough to inhabit them. To move, to breathe, to grieve, to laugh, to dance, to take up space.

If you’re ready to remember what it feels like to be in your body again… my embodiment and somatic sessions are the doorway home.

Weekly Energy Forecast is live.It’s funny how the cards come full circle.The Star has been my card for the year... the t...
11/10/2025

Weekly Energy Forecast is live.

It’s funny how the cards come full circle.
The Star has been my card for the year... the thread I’ve followed through every breakdown, every rebirth, every quiet night I’ve had to remind myself that healing doesn’t always look radiant. Sometimes it’s cracked open. Sometimes it’s slow. Sometimes it’s standing in the ruins, trusting that something luminous still lives underneath.

And now, in my birthday week, The Star shows up again... this time for the collective.

It feels like confirmation. Like everything I’ve been walking through this year wasn’t for nothing.

Jupiter goes retrograde this week, Mercury is tangled up with Mars, Venus is still swimming deep in Scorpio… and somehow, amid all that intensity, The Star asks us to soften. To keep believing. To find our own version of grace.

The Star doesn’t promise easy. She promises alignment. She reminds us that when we strip back the noise, when we stop trying to control the timing, when we actually let ourselves rest inside uncertainty... that’s where the light finds us.

This whole year has been a lesson in trust. In showing up to my own evolution even when it wasn’t convenient. In choosing to stay open when I could’ve armored up. And I think that’s what this week is asking from all of us... to remember that faith isn’t naive, it’s brave.

So if you’ve been doubting your path, your purpose, your place… breathe.

The Star says you’re not lost. You’re being guided.

The full forecast... What Still Shines... is up on Substack... link is in the comments. It’s free to subscribe (for now), and if this work speaks to you, that’s where I’ll be moving all my long-form writing from here on out.

Here’s to another turn around the sun, and to trusting the light that never really left.

Fueled by strong coffee, divine rage, and unreasonable hope.... romanticizing my own reflection because if you squint ha...
11/04/2025

Fueled by strong coffee, divine rage, and unreasonable hope.... romanticizing my own reflection because if you squint hard enough,
self-love looks a little like spell work. And somewhere between heartbreak and rebirth I continue to become the main character of my own resurrection.... over and over again... every single time.

I’ve died a dozen symbolic deaths this year
and every time I come back softer and sharper...
less afraid to look tragically human while being holy.

This is witchcraft and delusion and devotion,
a love letter to the part of me that still believes.
Here's to my gushy heart that refuses to harden...
the one that keeps rising, especially when no one’s watching.

For years I’ve written behind the curtain… in notebooks, in captions that almost said it all but not quite. I’ve carried...
11/04/2025

For years I’ve written behind the curtain… in notebooks, in captions that almost said it all but not quite. I’ve carried poetry in my soul since I was a child, but I never stood all the way in it. Not until this weekend.

Standing under those lights, and definitely shaking a bit.. I finally let my voice belong to my words. I let my story belong to the world. And it was one of the most liberating, terrifying, and beautiful things I’ve ever done.

To be featured as a poet... to be seen that way... raw, alone.... vulnerable.... was huge for me.

Thank you to and for creating a space where voices like mine can rise, where truth and art and soul still matter. What you’re doing is medicine. I’m so deeply honored to have been a part of it, and I can’t wait to do it again.

The official YouTube link will be out soon, and I’ll share it as soon as it drops.

And to all the incredible artists I shared space with... wow. It was pure magic to be in your presence. To witness your work, your voices, your vulnerability, and your fire. Every performance reminded me that art is alive and breathing through us all… and I left that afternoon feeling inspired, connected, and more grateful than I can possibly put into words. Thank you for welcoming me in so fully.


If you value the arts… if you value truth, culture, and storytelling that reflects the real heartbeat of our communities... please support WGBH. They’ve been federally defunded, and they deserve every ounce of our love and backing right now.

This is what it looks like to step into the thing that’s been whispering to you all along.
To stop waiting until it’s perfect… and just begin.

I’m still processing it all. But I know this much...
I am a poet... and it feels SO good to finally say that out loud. I can't wait to see where this part of my journey takes me.

Scorpio season is in full motion. The cosmos is shifting and the wheel won’t stop turning... find your grounding in the ...
11/03/2025

Scorpio season is in full motion. The cosmos is shifting and the wheel won’t stop turning... find your grounding in the motion. This week’s Energy Forecast is live... and from now on, they’ll live fully on Substack. Link is in the bio.

Free to subscribe for now. Join me there.

It’s always Spooky Season in my soul.I don’t decorate for it... this is just my house. The candles, the bones, the taro...
10/31/2025

It’s always Spooky Season in my soul.

I don’t decorate for it... this is just my house. The candles, the bones, the tarot decks, the art, the tchotchkes… they live here all year. Not for show, but because it’s the energy I move in. The reminder that dark doesn’t mean bad, that death and transformation are part of the same cycle.

Halloween isn’t a costume for me. It’s how I honor what’s unseen. How I stay in touch with what’s real.

So whether you’re lighting a candle for someone who’s gone, walking the night with friends, going to parties, or just sitting still… I hope you feel connected tonight.

Happy Halloween. Blessed Samhain. Stay rooted, stay real, and remember... the magic’s not out there somewhere. It’s in you.

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