Pilgrimage to the In-Between
Travels Through Soul and Soil
As a healer and guide, I walk between worlds, weaving the seen and unseen, the inner and the outer. These writings are a continuation of that work. They are soul-mapped reflections from the places that called me to listen more closely—to the land, to the sky, to the hidden parts of myself.
Each journey you’ll find here—whether to a distant coastline or a patch of forest close to home—has offered me insight, healing, and remembrance. I share them with you as part of the same sacred work I offer in sessions and circles: to help you remember your own connection to Earth, to Spirit, and to the parts of yourself that get clearer when you step outside of what’s familiar.
She Will Not Be Tamed
I went to Puerto Rico looking for rest—sun, warmth, maybe a little peace. But what I found was something wilder, louder, and far more alive. The island didn’t offer me ease; she offered me initiation. Through missed scuba dives, feisty horses, midnight praise music, and a kayak ride that left me humbled and tangled in mangroves, I was invited—again and again—to let go of control. In between the waves, the peepers, the flowers, and the coffee that tasted like ceremony, I started to understand what it means to stop holding on so tightly. This is a story about chaos, beauty, resistance, and finding my way back to trust.
A Mirror Made of Windows: How Philadelphia’s Skyscrapers Helped Me See Myself
I didn’t expect skyscrapers to become my spiritual companions, but they did. When I moved to Philadelphia at 25, I was searching for belonging, and what I found was far more than a city—I found mirrors in steel and glass that helped me see myself for the first time. For 17 years, I explored every part of who I was, trying on identities, expressing my creativity, and slowly learning to live in my body. This essay is a love letter to the high-rises that held me, the city that gave me space to become, and the quiet countryside that eventually called me home to integrate it all.
Held by the Sea, Fed by the Sun
After a long, depleting winter, I traveled to Cancún—not to explore ruins or chase adventure, but to rest. In this reflection, I share how a quiet, all-inclusive stay by the sea became a turning point in my relationship with rest, receiving, and repair. Held by sun, salt, and stillness, I began to soften into a life more balanced—one where I could let myself be cared for, not just needed. This piece is an invitation to consider what healing might come when we stop striving and allow ourselves to be served, supported, and restored by the natural world and by those who so often remain unseen.
Finding Myself in Nature: How Mother Earth Healed Me From Chronic Illnesses and Emotional Wounds
When I became too sick to keep pushing through life the way I always had, I turned to the only place that could hold me without asking anything in return—Mother Earth. In this piece, I share how chronic illness became a spiritual initiation, and how the sun, the ocean, the trees, and even the mountains began to teach and tend to me in ways no doctor ever could.
This is a personal story of how I stopped earning love through overgiving and perfection, and began receiving unconditional love from the natural world. It’s a reflection on reparenting through the Earth, reclaiming joy, and coming back into harmony with my body, spirit, and the wisdom of Pachamama.
If you’ve ever felt depleted, disconnected, or longed for deeper healing—you’re not alone. I hope this story reminds you that you are held, and that healing is possible in ways you may not have imagined.