The Sacred Journal
Welcome to The Sacred Journal—Where healing meets purpose, and stillness meets self.
This is a space for soulful musings, personal reflections, and the wisdom I’ve gathered from a life of transformation. Here, I share the tools, practices, and insights that shape my work—from Vedic meditation and astrology to nervous system healing, postpartum integration, purpose-led coaching, and beyond.
These writings are for the seekers, the rebuilders, the mothers, and the modern mystics navigating life’s thresholds. May this journal be a companion on your journey back to wholeness.
It’s easy to believe we’ve fallen behind. That we should’ve healed faster. Moved forward sooner. Taken a different path, or stayed on the one we left.
But life doesn’t move in straight lines. It unfo...
There’s a certain kind of silence that lingers when a friendship fades. Especially when it’s between women. Especially when you never saw it coming.
Maybe you said too much. Maybe you didn’t say enou...
There are moments in life that mark us—not with a dramatic event, but with a quiet truth.
This is a story about hands.
The ones that rocked me when I was small. The ones that didn’t always know how ...
We tend to treat our hormones like a mystery—something we either blame or ignore until they scream loud enough to interrupt our lives.
But your hormones aren’t random.
They’re rhythmic.
They’re respo...
We live in a world that’s constantly asking us to keep up. But our bodies are designed to process, not power through.
So when you feel like you’re doing everything right—eating well, moving your body...
We’ve been taught to think of the liver as the body’s hardworking detox organ—processing alcohol, filtering toxins, and managing blood sugar. And while that’s true, it barely scratches the surface.
Y...
You can eat well, move your body, take the supplements, and still feel off.
That doesn’t mean you’re broken.
It means your body is asking for deeper insight.
We live in a world that often treats sym...
There’s a silence that comes after birth—not the sweet silence of a sleeping baby, but a deeper, more bewildering one. A silence in the mirror. A quiet ache where your identity used to live.
No one r...
There was a season where I didn’t look at my bank account.
Not out of irresponsibility—
but because it hurt.
Because I was doing everything I could
and still… it wasn’t enough.
I had walked away f...
What the body knows, what the nervous system holds, and how to rebuild from the inside out.
There’s a space between what was and what’s becoming—
where the old identity has crumbled,
but the new one ...
Because sometimes the life you thought you wanted has to fall apart so the one meant for you can begin.
I didn’t know I was leaving a version of myself behind.
Not at first.
I thought I was making a...
In a culture that glorifies hustle, productivity, and endless doing, rest becomes a radical act.
Not the kind of rest that’s simply collapsing into bed after a day of depletion—but the deep, intentio...
