In the years that followed, I lost everything I owned — twice — in two separate wildfires.
I endured heartbreaks that split me wide open and faced the same painful patterns again and again.
On the surface, it looked like a collapse. But underneath, something else was emerging: a deep, quiet longing to stop living as if life was happening to me, and begin living as if life could move through me.
At that time, I was disconnected — from my body, my truth, my boundaries. I feared conflict, and I sacrificed myself for the illusion of connection. What I truly longed for was belonging. Not just in relationships, but in my own skin.
That same inner thread — the one that had been with me all along — pulled me once more. This time, inward. A return to Mother, not just as Earth, but as the source within.
It hasn’t been easy. It still isn’t. But it’s changing me. And it’s changing how I relate — to myself, to others, to life.