Healing Isn’t a Curated Feed

How many times have you caught yourself believing something had to look a certain way in order to be the "real deal"? In the beginning, I thought my healing journey back to myself had to look like all of the top "Spiritual Guru" influencer feeds that have been flooding Instagram in recent years. You know the ones I'm talking about.

A picturesque sacred space - Palo Santo burning from the perfectly polished abalone shell, sitting on a beautiful white shag rug, with glitzy crystals, oracle cards, and a posh journal perfectly situated next to it all. Beautifully lit yoga studios, with an ambience to die for, and perfectly posed yogis on every mat. Loud, colorful celebrations for Holi, or dancing in a room full of people tapped into their inner feminine goddess.

Those things are beautiful, and valid. But that isn't where my, or most likely your, true inner healing really lies.

It's in the deep, in the marrow of your bones, and the etherical threads of your soul. It's coming out of your dark night of the soul, bruised, battered, and tear stained. It's you standing in your strength, and sometimes that means quietly, all alone. But that - that's where the magic happens.

The perfect tarot spreads, moon ceremonies, and other rituals seen throughout the Spiritual Community are just the confetti and glitter along the way. I'm here to softly remind you to take a step back. Listen to your intuition, and just flow with wherever Spirit leads you. If it feels forced, or overwhelming, then that's a pretty good indicator that your logic is blindly driving around looking for a location with no known address.

If you feel led - go there. If it feels good, and natural - do it. You might be surprised at the unexpected revelation or healing waiting on the other side.

How has your healing journey unfolded?