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Anya Devi
AWAKEN to your Sacred Soul RETREAT
JULY 1-7 COSTA RICA
🐉A REMEMBRANCE of who you are & your medicine 🔥
with Anya Devi & @sacredlotus.yonirituals ⤵️
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Sisterhood has been one of the most healing forces of my life.
There is something magical that happens when women truly see each other. When we are witnessed, held, and reflected back into our wholeness 🪞
I have felt this most deeply in the moments I was truly seen when I couldn’t see myself. Being loved and held through the depths of grief and rage. And being celebrated in my highest joy and full expression.
To be truly seen, honored, and supported by other women has been one of the greatest gifts I have received 🫂
One of the most impactful spaces I’ve experienced this kind of sisterhood is through Temple Body Arts with @sofiahthom 💐
Through her Embodied Feminine Leadership Program, I met a circle of powerful women who have become lifelong sisters, friends, and collaborators.
It has also been such an honor to witness other women in their fullness and see what becomes possible when we are truly held, uplifted, and celebrated by one another 💓
These images are from my Priestess Initiation with Sofiah and the Temple Body Arts sisterhood in Costa Rica in 2021.
I was moving through a deep threshold in my life ~ shedding the old, alchemizing ancestral trauma, and stepping more fully into my gifts, expression, and leadership 🐉
So much healing and magic took place. I remember dancing my heart out on the bamboo floor, singing prayers to liberate my lineage into the jungle air, being cleansed and renewed by the healing waters, and sharing deeply sacred moments with these women.
I transformed.
This is the medicine of sisterhood.
I now feel deeply honored to be teaching a Dragon Priestess Voice Activation at the online Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27–31, alongside incredible women devoted to healing, embodiment, artistry, and feminine leadership 🌟
This global gathering is for women who are ready to reconnect with their voice, creative power, and wisdom living within their womb & temple body 🌹
A space to be celebrated, witnessed, and supported in your unfolding while connecting with sisters from around the world 🌎
If you feel the call to join us, comment “festival” and I’ll send you the details! 🤗
The link is also in my bio ✨
Come as you are ❤️
Comment FESTIVAL 🔥 to join the biggest online women’s gathering of the year
When women gather we don’t just statistically live longer
We heal, grow, and support each others becoming
This is at the core of my work and what we are bringing inside the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival that starts on May 27th hosted by @sofiahthom
With over 13 Ceremonialists that will be holding space, guiding you, and leading you through activations that are aligned with the Red Tent experiences that we have been forgotten to in our society
But now we are remembering 🌹
We have been told to compete and compare
But now we are rewriting that story to heal the sisterhood wound
When we come together we fix each others crowns
We hold each other in ways many of us have never been held by the feminine
The sister wound is over ⚔️
The time has come that we stand for each other
and step out onto the global stage
It’s time that we share our voices, our artistry, and our magic
Because when we come together as women to heal,
we change the world
We’re gathering for five 5️⃣ days in sisterhood for the first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival
🗓️ May 27th-31st, 2026
📍Live on Zoom
Drop FESTIVAL to join us
Because when we gather, we live longer
Long live the Queen 👑
#templebodyartsfestival #sisterhood #liveyouryes #womenrising divinefemininerising
There are ancient pathways of feminine wisdom that were never spoken through words alone.
They were transmitted through the body.
Through devotion.
Through movement.
Through beauty cultivated as prayer.
The Rose 🌹 has always been more than a flower.
She is a living remembrance.
A lineage of feminine consciousness that awakens through sensation, ritual, artistry, and embodied presence.
Within the Temple Body Arts Festival, I will be guiding a Rose Remembrance Journey , an immersive ceremonial transmission for the woman who feels the ache to return to the sacred intelligence of her body and the ancient feminine mysteries living within her.
This is not performance.
This is remembrance.
From May 27th–31st, @sofiahthom & Temple Body Artists devoted to the path of feminine artistry and sacred embodiment are gathering to share the medicine they have apprenticed within for years.
If your body recognizes this before your mind can explain it, perhaps the Rose 🌹 is already calling you.
You are invited!
Join us by dropping me a 🌹in the comments.
#templebodyartscollective #sacredteachingsofthe🌹
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
The rise of the divine feminine is not only being spoken about…
it is being felt through frequency.
Through beauty.
Through softness.
Through the remembrance that lives within the body of a woman when she finally gives herself permission to awaken.
And the Rose… 🌹
the Rose is here to wake us up.
To shake us up.
To call us back into the ancient pulse of feminine artistry, mysticism, devotion, and soul-led leadership.
We remember through the softening.
We remember through beauty.
We remember as we release ourselves from fear, comparison, perfectionism, and the pressure to perform.
The Rose 🌹 teaches us that awakening does not always happen through force.
Sometimes it happens through fragrance.
Through sisterhood.
Through movement.
Through ritual.
Through witnessing another woman fully embodied in her truth… and realizing we are allowed to become that free too.
And embodying this level of remembrance requires community.
It requires spaces where women are rising together.
Where we are seen.
Where we are witnessed.
Where we are invited to return home to the wisdom already alive within us.
It is my deepest honor to channel The Sacred Teachings of the Rose 🌹 within the Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival, May 27th through the 31st.
Over five days, you will experience powerful transmissions from women devoted to the path of feminine awakening, artistry, embodiment, ritual, movement, and sacred remembrance.
If you feel the Rose 🌹 stirring within your heart…
if something inside of you is longing to awaken more deeply…
I would be honored to welcome you into this sacred gathering. 🌹
With gratitude and devotion to my sisters @sofiahthom and @anyahdevi for holding this gathering architected to support women within their remembrance.
Drop me a 🌹in the comments to join us!
This is your invitation to reconnect with your deepest self.
Not someday. Not “when life slows down.”
Now. 💫
Welcome beautiful beings ✨
We are so looking forward to this sacred journey together and are honored to invite you into a special live transformational gathering this Wednesday.
This experience is open to all & especially for those are feeling the call for:
🌹 deeper connection
🌹 soulful inspiration
🌹 authentic community
🌹 healing, activation, and expansion
If your heart has been craving alignment, sisterhood, or simply a space to breathe and receive… this is for you.
And if you know someone who needs a little inspiration and a LOT of activation, please invite them too. 🙌
🕊️ LIVE Wednesday
11 AM - 1 PM Pacific
Come as you are. Leave expanded.
Reserve your space here through my b i o
✨ We cannot wait to gather with you!
@anyahdevi & @sabrinavedete.official of @sacredlotus.yonirituals
#SacredFeminine#SpiritualAwakening #healing #awaken #retreat
This is your invitation to reconnect with your deepest self.
Not someday. Not “when life slows down.”
Now. 💫
Welcome beautiful beings ✨
We are so looking forward to this sacred journey together and are honored to invite you into a special live transformational gathering this Wednesday.
This experience is open to all & especially for those are feeling the call for:
🌹 deeper connection
🌹 soulful inspiration
🌹 authentic community
🌹 healing, activation, and expansion
If your heart has been craving alignment, sisterhood, or simply a space to breathe and receive… this is for you.
And if you know someone who needs a little inspiration and a LOT of activation, please invite them too. 🙌
🕊️ LIVE Wednesday
11 AM - 1 PM Pacific
Come as you are. Leave expanded.
Reserve your space here through my b i o
✨ We cannot wait to gather with you!
@anyahdevi & @sabrinavedete.official of @sacredlotus.yonirituals
#SacredFeminine#SpiritualAwakening #healing #awaken #retreat
This is your invitation to reconnect with your deepest self.
Not someday. Not “when life slows down.”
Now. 💫
Welcome beautiful beings ✨
We are so looking forward to this sacred journey together and are honored to invite you into a special live transformational gathering this Wednesday.
This experience is open to all & especially for those are feeling the call for:
🌹 deeper connection
🌹 soulful inspiration
🌹 authentic community
🌹 healing, activation, and expansion
If your heart has been craving alignment, sisterhood, or simply a space to breathe and receive… this is for you.
And if you know someone who needs a little inspiration and a LOT of activation, please invite them too. 🙌
🕊️ LIVE Wednesday
11 AM - 1 PM Pacific
Come as you are. Leave expanded.
Reserve your space here through my b i o
✨ We cannot wait to gather with you!
@anyahdevi & @sabrinavedete.official of @sacredlotus.yonirituals
#SacredFeminine#SpiritualAwakening #healing #awaken #retreat
This is your invitation to reconnect with your deepest self.
Not someday. Not “when life slows down.”
Now. 💫
Welcome beautiful beings ✨
We are so looking forward to this sacred journey together and are honored to invite you into a special live transformational gathering this Wednesday.
This experience is open to all & especially for those are feeling the call for:
🌹 deeper connection
🌹 soulful inspiration
🌹 authentic community
🌹 healing, activation, and expansion
If your heart has been craving alignment, sisterhood, or simply a space to breathe and receive… this is for you.
And if you know someone who needs a little inspiration and a LOT of activation, please invite them too. 🙌
🕊️ LIVE Wednesday
11 AM - 1 PM Pacific
Come as you are. Leave expanded.
Reserve your space here through my b i o
✨ We cannot wait to gather with you!
@anyahdevi & @sabrinavedete.official of @sacredlotus.yonirituals
#SacredFeminine#SpiritualAwakening #healing #awaken #retreat
This is your invitation to reconnect with your deepest self.
Not someday. Not “when life slows down.”
Now. 💫
Welcome beautiful beings ✨
We are so looking forward to this sacred journey together and are honored to invite you into a special live transformational gathering this Wednesday.
This experience is open to all & especially for those are feeling the call for:
🌹 deeper connection
🌹 soulful inspiration
🌹 authentic community
🌹 healing, activation, and expansion
If your heart has been craving alignment, sisterhood, or simply a space to breathe and receive… this is for you.
And if you know someone who needs a little inspiration and a LOT of activation, please invite them too. 🙌
🕊️ LIVE Wednesday
11 AM - 1 PM Pacific
Come as you are. Leave expanded.
Reserve your space here through my b i o
✨ We cannot wait to gather with you!
@anyahdevi & @sabrinavedete.official of @sacredlotus.yonirituals
#SacredFeminine#SpiritualAwakening #healing #awaken #retreat
This is your invitation to reconnect with your deepest self.
Not someday. Not “when life slows down.”
Now. 💫
Welcome beautiful beings ✨
We are so looking forward to this sacred journey together and are honored to invite you into a special live transformational gathering this Wednesday.
This experience is open to all & especially for those are feeling the call for:
🌹 deeper connection
🌹 soulful inspiration
🌹 authentic community
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If your heart has been craving alignment, sisterhood, or simply a space to breathe and receive… this is for you.
And if you know someone who needs a little inspiration and a LOT of activation, please invite them too. 🙌
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11 AM - 1 PM Pacific
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Before Costa Rica in June of 2019, I was craving depth… craving an experience that would completely blast me open.
I had no idea that saying YES to the Temple Body Arts lineage would awaken a remembrance so ancient within my body, heart, and soul.
In 2019, I was witnessed as I took my vows to honor sacred sisterhood. 🌹
I was held by women who saw me before I fully saw myself.
My Temple Body Arts sisters within @templebodyartscollective cried with me as I began remembering my divine essence, my feminine artistry, and the medicine I came here to carry.
Not only did I blast open… I never looked back.
I left behind my path as an elementary school teacher of 11 years because something deeper inside of me had awakened.
For the first time, I truly trusted my gifts.
Through ceremony, dance, devotion, pleasure, prayer, and sisterhood, I began reclaiming parts of myself that had long been waiting to rise.
And one of the most beautiful gifts of this path has been the lifelong global sisterhood created through Temple Body Arts.
Women from around the world gathering in remembrance… witnessing one another rise.
Seven years later, I remain deeply grateful to still be walking within this lineage beside such an epic mentor, leader, and friend. @sofiahthom
Now, it is such an honor to be sharing my Rose medicine within the very first virtual Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27th–31st.
Because I know there are women out there just as I once was…
women craving depth, beauty, embodiment, truth, sisterhood, and an experience powerful enough to awaken the medicine sleeping within them.
Your medicine is needed now.
Not someday.
Not later.
Now.
If you are feeling the call to awaken your divine feminine artistry and medicine, I lovingly invite you to join us.
Drop me a 🌹 and I will send you my personal invitation link.
Before Costa Rica in June of 2019, I was craving depth… craving an experience that would completely blast me open.
I had no idea that saying YES to the Temple Body Arts lineage would awaken a remembrance so ancient within my body, heart, and soul.
In 2019, I was witnessed as I took my vows to honor sacred sisterhood. 🌹
I was held by women who saw me before I fully saw myself.
My Temple Body Arts sisters within @templebodyartscollective cried with me as I began remembering my divine essence, my feminine artistry, and the medicine I came here to carry.
Not only did I blast open… I never looked back.
I left behind my path as an elementary school teacher of 11 years because something deeper inside of me had awakened.
For the first time, I truly trusted my gifts.
Through ceremony, dance, devotion, pleasure, prayer, and sisterhood, I began reclaiming parts of myself that had long been waiting to rise.
And one of the most beautiful gifts of this path has been the lifelong global sisterhood created through Temple Body Arts.
Women from around the world gathering in remembrance… witnessing one another rise.
Seven years later, I remain deeply grateful to still be walking within this lineage beside such an epic mentor, leader, and friend. @sofiahthom
Now, it is such an honor to be sharing my Rose medicine within the very first virtual Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27th–31st.
Because I know there are women out there just as I once was…
women craving depth, beauty, embodiment, truth, sisterhood, and an experience powerful enough to awaken the medicine sleeping within them.
Your medicine is needed now.
Not someday.
Not later.
Now.
If you are feeling the call to awaken your divine feminine artistry and medicine, I lovingly invite you to join us.
Drop me a 🌹 and I will send you my personal invitation link.
Before Costa Rica in June of 2019, I was craving depth… craving an experience that would completely blast me open.
I had no idea that saying YES to the Temple Body Arts lineage would awaken a remembrance so ancient within my body, heart, and soul.
In 2019, I was witnessed as I took my vows to honor sacred sisterhood. 🌹
I was held by women who saw me before I fully saw myself.
My Temple Body Arts sisters within @templebodyartscollective cried with me as I began remembering my divine essence, my feminine artistry, and the medicine I came here to carry.
Not only did I blast open… I never looked back.
I left behind my path as an elementary school teacher of 11 years because something deeper inside of me had awakened.
For the first time, I truly trusted my gifts.
Through ceremony, dance, devotion, pleasure, prayer, and sisterhood, I began reclaiming parts of myself that had long been waiting to rise.
And one of the most beautiful gifts of this path has been the lifelong global sisterhood created through Temple Body Arts.
Women from around the world gathering in remembrance… witnessing one another rise.
Seven years later, I remain deeply grateful to still be walking within this lineage beside such an epic mentor, leader, and friend. @sofiahthom
Now, it is such an honor to be sharing my Rose medicine within the very first virtual Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27th–31st.
Because I know there are women out there just as I once was…
women craving depth, beauty, embodiment, truth, sisterhood, and an experience powerful enough to awaken the medicine sleeping within them.
Your medicine is needed now.
Not someday.
Not later.
Now.
If you are feeling the call to awaken your divine feminine artistry and medicine, I lovingly invite you to join us.
Drop me a 🌹 and I will send you my personal invitation link.
Before Costa Rica in June of 2019, I was craving depth… craving an experience that would completely blast me open.
I had no idea that saying YES to the Temple Body Arts lineage would awaken a remembrance so ancient within my body, heart, and soul.
In 2019, I was witnessed as I took my vows to honor sacred sisterhood. 🌹
I was held by women who saw me before I fully saw myself.
My Temple Body Arts sisters within @templebodyartscollective cried with me as I began remembering my divine essence, my feminine artistry, and the medicine I came here to carry.
Not only did I blast open… I never looked back.
I left behind my path as an elementary school teacher of 11 years because something deeper inside of me had awakened.
For the first time, I truly trusted my gifts.
Through ceremony, dance, devotion, pleasure, prayer, and sisterhood, I began reclaiming parts of myself that had long been waiting to rise.
And one of the most beautiful gifts of this path has been the lifelong global sisterhood created through Temple Body Arts.
Women from around the world gathering in remembrance… witnessing one another rise.
Seven years later, I remain deeply grateful to still be walking within this lineage beside such an epic mentor, leader, and friend. @sofiahthom
Now, it is such an honor to be sharing my Rose medicine within the very first virtual Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27th–31st.
Because I know there are women out there just as I once was…
women craving depth, beauty, embodiment, truth, sisterhood, and an experience powerful enough to awaken the medicine sleeping within them.
Your medicine is needed now.
Not someday.
Not later.
Now.
If you are feeling the call to awaken your divine feminine artistry and medicine, I lovingly invite you to join us.
Drop me a 🌹 and I will send you my personal invitation link.
Before Costa Rica in June of 2019, I was craving depth… craving an experience that would completely blast me open.
I had no idea that saying YES to the Temple Body Arts lineage would awaken a remembrance so ancient within my body, heart, and soul.
In 2019, I was witnessed as I took my vows to honor sacred sisterhood. 🌹
I was held by women who saw me before I fully saw myself.
My Temple Body Arts sisters within @templebodyartscollective cried with me as I began remembering my divine essence, my feminine artistry, and the medicine I came here to carry.
Not only did I blast open… I never looked back.
I left behind my path as an elementary school teacher of 11 years because something deeper inside of me had awakened.
For the first time, I truly trusted my gifts.
Through ceremony, dance, devotion, pleasure, prayer, and sisterhood, I began reclaiming parts of myself that had long been waiting to rise.
And one of the most beautiful gifts of this path has been the lifelong global sisterhood created through Temple Body Arts.
Women from around the world gathering in remembrance… witnessing one another rise.
Seven years later, I remain deeply grateful to still be walking within this lineage beside such an epic mentor, leader, and friend. @sofiahthom
Now, it is such an honor to be sharing my Rose medicine within the very first virtual Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27th–31st.
Because I know there are women out there just as I once was…
women craving depth, beauty, embodiment, truth, sisterhood, and an experience powerful enough to awaken the medicine sleeping within them.
Your medicine is needed now.
Not someday.
Not later.
Now.
If you are feeling the call to awaken your divine feminine artistry and medicine, I lovingly invite you to join us.
Drop me a 🌹 and I will send you my personal invitation link.
Before Costa Rica in June of 2019, I was craving depth… craving an experience that would completely blast me open.
I had no idea that saying YES to the Temple Body Arts lineage would awaken a remembrance so ancient within my body, heart, and soul.
In 2019, I was witnessed as I took my vows to honor sacred sisterhood. 🌹
I was held by women who saw me before I fully saw myself.
My Temple Body Arts sisters within @templebodyartscollective cried with me as I began remembering my divine essence, my feminine artistry, and the medicine I came here to carry.
Not only did I blast open… I never looked back.
I left behind my path as an elementary school teacher of 11 years because something deeper inside of me had awakened.
For the first time, I truly trusted my gifts.
Through ceremony, dance, devotion, pleasure, prayer, and sisterhood, I began reclaiming parts of myself that had long been waiting to rise.
And one of the most beautiful gifts of this path has been the lifelong global sisterhood created through Temple Body Arts.
Women from around the world gathering in remembrance… witnessing one another rise.
Seven years later, I remain deeply grateful to still be walking within this lineage beside such an epic mentor, leader, and friend. @sofiahthom
Now, it is such an honor to be sharing my Rose medicine within the very first virtual Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27th–31st.
Because I know there are women out there just as I once was…
women craving depth, beauty, embodiment, truth, sisterhood, and an experience powerful enough to awaken the medicine sleeping within them.
Your medicine is needed now.
Not someday.
Not later.
Now.
If you are feeling the call to awaken your divine feminine artistry and medicine, I lovingly invite you to join us.
Drop me a 🌹 and I will send you my personal invitation link.
Before Costa Rica in June of 2019, I was craving depth… craving an experience that would completely blast me open.
I had no idea that saying YES to the Temple Body Arts lineage would awaken a remembrance so ancient within my body, heart, and soul.
In 2019, I was witnessed as I took my vows to honor sacred sisterhood. 🌹
I was held by women who saw me before I fully saw myself.
My Temple Body Arts sisters within @templebodyartscollective cried with me as I began remembering my divine essence, my feminine artistry, and the medicine I came here to carry.
Not only did I blast open… I never looked back.
I left behind my path as an elementary school teacher of 11 years because something deeper inside of me had awakened.
For the first time, I truly trusted my gifts.
Through ceremony, dance, devotion, pleasure, prayer, and sisterhood, I began reclaiming parts of myself that had long been waiting to rise.
And one of the most beautiful gifts of this path has been the lifelong global sisterhood created through Temple Body Arts.
Women from around the world gathering in remembrance… witnessing one another rise.
Seven years later, I remain deeply grateful to still be walking within this lineage beside such an epic mentor, leader, and friend. @sofiahthom
Now, it is such an honor to be sharing my Rose medicine within the very first virtual Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27th–31st.
Because I know there are women out there just as I once was…
women craving depth, beauty, embodiment, truth, sisterhood, and an experience powerful enough to awaken the medicine sleeping within them.
Your medicine is needed now.
Not someday.
Not later.
Now.
If you are feeling the call to awaken your divine feminine artistry and medicine, I lovingly invite you to join us.
Drop me a 🌹 and I will send you my personal invitation link.
Before Costa Rica in June of 2019, I was craving depth… craving an experience that would completely blast me open.
I had no idea that saying YES to the Temple Body Arts lineage would awaken a remembrance so ancient within my body, heart, and soul.
In 2019, I was witnessed as I took my vows to honor sacred sisterhood. 🌹
I was held by women who saw me before I fully saw myself.
My Temple Body Arts sisters within @templebodyartscollective cried with me as I began remembering my divine essence, my feminine artistry, and the medicine I came here to carry.
Not only did I blast open… I never looked back.
I left behind my path as an elementary school teacher of 11 years because something deeper inside of me had awakened.
For the first time, I truly trusted my gifts.
Through ceremony, dance, devotion, pleasure, prayer, and sisterhood, I began reclaiming parts of myself that had long been waiting to rise.
And one of the most beautiful gifts of this path has been the lifelong global sisterhood created through Temple Body Arts.
Women from around the world gathering in remembrance… witnessing one another rise.
Seven years later, I remain deeply grateful to still be walking within this lineage beside such an epic mentor, leader, and friend. @sofiahthom
Now, it is such an honor to be sharing my Rose medicine within the very first virtual Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27th–31st.
Because I know there are women out there just as I once was…
women craving depth, beauty, embodiment, truth, sisterhood, and an experience powerful enough to awaken the medicine sleeping within them.
Your medicine is needed now.
Not someday.
Not later.
Now.
If you are feeling the call to awaken your divine feminine artistry and medicine, I lovingly invite you to join us.
Drop me a 🌹 and I will send you my personal invitation link.
Before Costa Rica in June of 2019, I was craving depth… craving an experience that would completely blast me open.
I had no idea that saying YES to the Temple Body Arts lineage would awaken a remembrance so ancient within my body, heart, and soul.
In 2019, I was witnessed as I took my vows to honor sacred sisterhood. 🌹
I was held by women who saw me before I fully saw myself.
My Temple Body Arts sisters within @templebodyartscollective cried with me as I began remembering my divine essence, my feminine artistry, and the medicine I came here to carry.
Not only did I blast open… I never looked back.
I left behind my path as an elementary school teacher of 11 years because something deeper inside of me had awakened.
For the first time, I truly trusted my gifts.
Through ceremony, dance, devotion, pleasure, prayer, and sisterhood, I began reclaiming parts of myself that had long been waiting to rise.
And one of the most beautiful gifts of this path has been the lifelong global sisterhood created through Temple Body Arts.
Women from around the world gathering in remembrance… witnessing one another rise.
Seven years later, I remain deeply grateful to still be walking within this lineage beside such an epic mentor, leader, and friend. @sofiahthom
Now, it is such an honor to be sharing my Rose medicine within the very first virtual Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27th–31st.
Because I know there are women out there just as I once was…
women craving depth, beauty, embodiment, truth, sisterhood, and an experience powerful enough to awaken the medicine sleeping within them.
Your medicine is needed now.
Not someday.
Not later.
Now.
If you are feeling the call to awaken your divine feminine artistry and medicine, I lovingly invite you to join us.
Drop me a 🌹 and I will send you my personal invitation link.
Before Costa Rica in June of 2019, I was craving depth… craving an experience that would completely blast me open.
I had no idea that saying YES to the Temple Body Arts lineage would awaken a remembrance so ancient within my body, heart, and soul.
In 2019, I was witnessed as I took my vows to honor sacred sisterhood. 🌹
I was held by women who saw me before I fully saw myself.
My Temple Body Arts sisters within @templebodyartscollective cried with me as I began remembering my divine essence, my feminine artistry, and the medicine I came here to carry.
Not only did I blast open… I never looked back.
I left behind my path as an elementary school teacher of 11 years because something deeper inside of me had awakened.
For the first time, I truly trusted my gifts.
Through ceremony, dance, devotion, pleasure, prayer, and sisterhood, I began reclaiming parts of myself that had long been waiting to rise.
And one of the most beautiful gifts of this path has been the lifelong global sisterhood created through Temple Body Arts.
Women from around the world gathering in remembrance… witnessing one another rise.
Seven years later, I remain deeply grateful to still be walking within this lineage beside such an epic mentor, leader, and friend. @sofiahthom
Now, it is such an honor to be sharing my Rose medicine within the very first virtual Temple Body Arts Festival, May 27th–31st.
Because I know there are women out there just as I once was…
women craving depth, beauty, embodiment, truth, sisterhood, and an experience powerful enough to awaken the medicine sleeping within them.
Your medicine is needed now.
Not someday.
Not later.
Now.
If you are feeling the call to awaken your divine feminine artistry and medicine, I lovingly invite you to join us.
Drop me a 🌹 and I will send you my personal invitation link.
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
It’s here!! The first ever Temple Body Arts Online Festival! Comment FESTIVAL to join us
May 27-31. Five days. 13 Ceremonialists. Four Archetypes
Five days of ceremony, vocal activation, sonic initiation, and embodied artistry led by me and the women I have trained alongside for years.
Inside we move through the four feminine archetypes.
🔻 Sacred Dreamer is the archetype who listens to the innate wisdom and dream seeds within her womb.
This isn’t her time to act, it is her time to pause and receive.
⚔️ Graceful Warrior is the archetype who brings her sword of discernment and the practice of her sacred NO.
She knows what she wants, and she goes after it with grace.
🌹 Mother Lover is the archetype of the giver of life. She is overflowing with abundance and fertility.
Everything she touches, turns to gold.
❤️🔥 Wild Wise Woman is the archetype of the integrated shadow. She has walked through the deepest initiations and through them harvested her greatest treasures.
She is undomesticated, primal, and unshakeable.
We work with voice, sound, body, and ritual performance.
This is for the woman who has been feeling the pull toward bigger ceremony.
Toward the stage.
Comment FESTIVALand I will send you the details
The Yellow 💛 Rose has arrived!
Rooted within the Sacred Teachings of the Rose, inspired by the archetypal wisdom of the Mother Lover and the Earth element, the Yellow 💛 Rose Ceremonial Remembrance is an invitation to reconnect with the fertile wellspring of beauty, abundance, and creative overflow that already lives within you.
Sisters on the Rose Priestess path who are inspired to connect more deeply with the Sacred Teachings of the Yellow 💛 Rose through her roots, her stem, her thorns, her bud, her petals, and her fragrance, are invited to join me within The Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival on May 27th-31st.
I have a special code just for you that can be accessed below and within my bio.
Send me a dm once you register, as I’ll have a special gift waiting for you.
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