I remember one winter sitting at my childhood desk turned office in the downstairs corner room of my parent’s home- writing.

Writing things that flew out of me as if swept out of a long-closed in closet, the door finally swung open as if triggered by something in the stars, the moon, or the inevitable remembering of my youth.

The depth of emotion and perspective that flooded me was almost too much to bear. I remember seeing, feeling, and almost touching my formative years and the deep connection I had with my inner world, my philosophies, curiosities and dreams.

Back then, it was wasn’t a matter of whether I would live my dreams as much as a question of when. And honestly, I still feel the same way.

Call me crazy or a dreamer, but I think everything is possible- it’s just a matter of showing up. And this is so much easier said than done. But it is so possible.

I’m not sure exactly what day or month it was when I began writing The Sacral Exploration- pouring my heart, my youth, and all of the insight I found in both into it’s vision. It could have been last winter or the winter before. But what I do know is where I was in my spiritual or healing journey.

I was right before where I am now- with the hundreds of hours of webinars, research and resources specifically in inner child work and healing, family relationships, and childhood trauma.

I had started reexperiencing these things and lessons within them already many times by then but this is when I was called into deeply feeling it all with no escape.

It was a snowed-in winter vacation at my family home. My dad was re-recording old home videos upstairs. I heard the voices of cherished family members that have since passed. I saw their faces. I saw my own, as a child.

Then, I would go downstairs into the solace of my little home office and face her.

I would face it all. And it was hard. So I wrote. I poured it into passage and dreamed of what could come of my deepening connection to myself, my self expression, and in fully feeling and releasing the collective wounds of every lesson in life, love and liberation that brought me here.

To making The Sacral Exploration. To doing the damn thing.

So here, I share the passages I wrote that one winter when I felt everything so deeply, with a heart full of gratitude to the version of myself that sat down and faced it all, setting the gears in motion for the self-liberation I experience today.

I will never stop loving myself onto new and more beautiful timelines. I will never stop doing the inner work. It is a journey- not a destination. And to me- it is this.

Welcome to my journey.