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No Mud, No Lotus. Know Mud, Know Lotus.


I have been told I am like an onion, that I have many layers. I prefer to think of myself as a lotus; that behind each petal lays a pearl or other majestic gem to share. These gems are my stories and my words are my treasure. Each experience has taught me a lot about myself and my inner strength as well as my vulnerability. These are the gifts I share with the world.


“The lotus is the most beautiful flower, whose petals open one by one. But it will only grow in the mud. In order to grow and gain wisdom, first you must have the mud — the obstacles of life and its suffering. … The mud speaks of the common ground that humans share, no matter what our stations in life. … Whether we have it all or we have nothing, we are all faced with the same obstacles: sadness, loss, illness, dying and death. If we are to strive as human beings to gain more wisdom, more kindness and more compassion, we must have the intention to grow as a lotus and open each petal one by one.” ~Goldie Hawn, ‘A Lotus Grows in the Mud’




I heard a saying many moons ago that stayed with me. Someone asked, “How did you know you were meant to be a healer?” To which was replied, “Because I kept falling in love with broken people.”


To this I might add, “How do you recognize them as broken?” as I don’t consider anyone to be truly broken. More simply put, I would maybe state my own kind of namaste, “The fragmented parts of me recognize the fragmented pieces in you.” We are, after all, beautiful mosaics crafted together from broken glass. Soul kaleidoscopes, if you will.




I always knew I wanted to work with others and to help or assist them on their journey. I just didn’t know exactly how this would translate in the real world. At eighteen years old, I was committed to traveling with The African Children’s Choir but during the 1994 Rwanda Genocide, all flights were cancelled and I had to come up with a new plan. I started working  with animals shortly out of High School and quickly navigated towards humans. I tried my hand at conventional medicine but would often find myself waking to the smell and aroma of ammonia salt. Knowing it was my calling or rather, my destiny, to work with others in a healing capacity, I ended up spending my time working in Medical Administration/Management for almost eighteen years…


During that time, I lived entire lifetimes. Some good, some bad –  but all of it, unaware. I coasted through years of my life trying to forget and bypass the past; trying to forget the trauma that had been my life until one day I finally heard the calling of my soul. Spirit came through so loud; I had no choice but to surrender. I answered the calling which led me to writing and seeking online publications such as Elephant Journal, Huffington Post, The Tattooed Buddha, The Urban Howl, and most notably, The OC87 Recovery Diaries.


Many things have transpired in my life since then but what I realized was that I had learned to become the greatest alchemist of all- a transmuter of the soul; turning pain into beauty, hate into forgiveness and love…


I began to heal using my words as my past collided with the present and my entire world collided with reality, unraveling me to the core.




In 2014, shortly after my mother passed, my whole world came undone…at least that’s how it may have appeared on the surface to everyone else. In reality, I was in the midst of a powerful process burning away that which no longer served me.


Quoting Brené Brown, “What looked like a nervous breakdown was, in fact, my own spiritual awakening.”


I felt called to create a safe space for women to gather. I wanted to heal the feminine bringing unity and support – a place where women could feel heard, be seen, and be felt within a  community that empowers women in divine sacred space through the bonds of sisterhood and tribe. A place where women could gather to share their hearts desires, to commune, to collaborate, to share their dreams and to uplift and support each other on their own unique paths; a place to nurture, inspire, and to heal. This was the return to tribe: Maiden, Mother Crone. And, thus, Tribe – Temple of The Veil was born.


“For thousands of years, in tribes and villages around the world women have come together in circles to share, to teach, to listen, to learn. The pulse of these women still beats within us. Their wisdom flows through time, whispering to us the song of female connection and beauty. We only need to stop ling enough and put our ear to our heart to hear the call.” ~Heatherash Amara, ‘Warrior Goddess Training


And it is from within this space of true love, surrender, trust, and authentic power that I returned to the work I set out to do so many years ago. To help the women of the world release all that doesn’t serve their souls and in turn, re-establish a connection with their truth, the essence of their souls, their authentic feminine power. BECAUSE A WOMAN FULLY EMBODIED AND STANDING IN HER AUTHENTIC POWER IS A LIFE FORCE THAT WILL BRING THE HEALING ENERGY OF LOVE TO THE WORLD. It is our time to release, surrender, and rise to the divine feminine within.


As is the natural progression of life, I also started a women’s circle within the community of Nevada County that met monthly around the New Moon called The Sacred Heart Gathering. From there, 1:1 mentoring and coaching sessions began happening quite naturally. As a perpetual student, I acquired several (eight to be exact) different certifications in coaching, went through Levels 1, 2, and Master with Reiki, and began working with quartz crystal singing bowls and performing sound healing ceremonies. This has been the evolution of my soul.


And from the muddy beginnings, this lotus has grown in her majestic beauty – as true beauty resides within the essence of our being. It has become my life purpose to share this wisdom with others and to help guide them back to themselves, back to wholeness, back to wellness –  focusing on the holy trinity of Mind, Body, and Spirit.