A Call To The Heart

There’s something big happening in the world right now.
Something we can all feel.

The noise outside is growing, and for many, the usual distractions… scrolling, overworking, numbing… aren’t working the way they used to. There’s an unease rising not just around us, but inside us. A deep, unshakable call to come back to what’s real. To remember who we are beneath the masks, the roles, the busyness.

We’re in a contraction… A tightening before the birth. A collective and personal squeeze that asks us to find something solid within… a place of safety that doesn’t depend on the outside world, but comes from our connection to Source, to truth, to self.

I know intimately what the tight squeeze of rebirth looks like…

I look at this photo of me as a little girl and can I remember… I remember the purity I carried. The connection I felt to the unseen. The innocence, the trust, the sparkle of a soul still untouched by the weight of the world. She knew something I’ve spent so much time trying to remember.

As a child, I was sensitive, intuitive, and deeply connected to nature. My favorite place was on horseback in the woods, surrounded by animals and quiet. I could sense what people were going to say before they spoke. Time would slow in magical ways. There was a softness and connection in me I didn’t yet know the world might ask me to trade.

And eventually, I did trade it. Like so many do, I gave up my magic to be accepted. I abandoned my inner knowing to belong. I lost touch with the magical girl in the photo as I tried to become who the world said I should be. I drank to fit in, partied to feel alive, and wore masks that never truly fit. But underneath it all, something never left… the deep knowing that I was meant to help people heal.

That seed guided me through massage school, Chinese medicine, motherhood, love, loss, and a long season of holding everything together while feeling like I was falling apart inside. I worked, cared for my kids, supported my partner, and made sure everyone else was okay while silently running on fumes. I didn’t realize how disconnected I had become… until one day in 2019, I found myself on the bathroom floor, sobbing.

I had become the emotional caretaker, the peacekeeper, the fixer. I believed that if everyone else was happy, I would be ok too. But I had abandoned the one person I couldn’t afford to lose… myself.

Not long after, in a meditation, I heard a message so clear it snapped me awake: “Shit or get off the pot.” Crude, yes. But unmistakable. Either go all in on your healing, or stay stuck in a life that would never reflect who you came here to be.

So I said yes.

Yes to the unknown. Yes to my heart. Yes to becoming the version of me that little girl in the photo knew I was.

I started waking up very early to meditate before the kids got up, reconnecting with Spirit, diving into spiritual teachings, breathwork, and remembering. I began healing not just through information, but through embodiment… through breath, vision, emotion, and prayer. In one powerful session, I relived my own birth and felt the original rupture of being separated from Source. That pain had lived in my body all my life… and I was finally letting it move.

During the solstice of 2022, something inside me broke wide open. I felt like I cracked out of a marble casing that had kept me bound for years. For two weeks, I lived in complete connection… with God, with love, with myself. I was radiant. At peace. Fully alive. Could see everything with crystal clarity.

But the thing with clarity is it always reveals what’s no longer true. Beautiful yes, but what comes after the clarity is the challenging part…

What followed was a sacred unraveling of everything that was no longer aligned with the truth of my heart. The more I remembered who I was, the harder it became to stay in a dynamics that asked me to stay small. I wasn’t the same woman. And I couldn’t unknow what I now knew.

Letting go was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I faced deep fears of being alone, of not being enough, of breaking my family. But what I gained in return was everything I thought I had lost… my voice, my sovereignty, my connection to the divine, and most of all, my essence.

The truth is, I’ve come to realize there is no set destination… just a continual unfolding. A returning. A deepening into truth. I am still learning to trust the fire of transformation as much as the light that follows it. But what I can say with every cell of my being is this: it’s worth it. Every unraveling. Every surrender. Every moment of letting go.

Because what you gain isn’t just clarity. You gain courage to walk through that fire… to remember the real you. The radiant, soul-led version of you that’s been waiting beneath the surface all along.

You gain the ability to be radically honest. The peace that doesn’t depend on circumstances. The strength to walk forward even when the path isn’t clear.

And maybe, most importantly, you begin to reconnect with the child you once were… the one who knew your light before the world asked you to dim it. The one who lived wide open, who trusted love, who believed in magic. That little girl in the photo... she never left. She’s just been waiting for me to remember.

Now more than ever, we are being invited to release the noise and soften our grip on distraction. This is the moment to lean into the courage it takes to follow the heart’s quiet pull into the unknown, because everything we’ve been seeking outside of us has always lived within. The clarity, the peace, the wholeness... it’s already here, waiting to be remembered.

The only way we’ll ever see peace in the world is by first finding it within ourselves.
And now… is the time.