Super excited to announce Reece stepping in as a facilitator in the community and hosting multiple meditations every month. Call 1) Sit In Silence with Reece: (Bi-Weekly) This is a no talking call. We all need to meditate a little more. If you want to drop in to stillness and take a break from the noise of the world, this is an open meditation. Nothing elaborate, just meditation and stillness. Plug into the field, and lets practice together. Call 2) Full Moon Meditation: (Monthly) On the full moon there is a natural upsurge of energy. Anytime you drop into spiritual practice on this day, the benefits are magnified dramatically. Make the most of this by dropping into a guided meditation with Reece. If you don't know @Reece Stevenson He spent the last 6 years of his life in deep meditation. He's been like a guide and mentor to me when it comes to my own practice. He's a very clean and pure channel, and I'm excited for all of you to experience his presence. Check the calendar for the call times.

This March 21st 2026 meditators will pause for five minutes to be part of hopefully the largest group of beings this world has ever seen meditating at the same time for the same cause: “ PEACE * LOVE * UNITY * RESPECT “ ☮️♥️🏳️‍🌈✊ 🕊️❤️‍🔥 Be part of that powerful energy ❤️‍🔥🕊️

Would love to share some healing sounds ✨

On February 12, 2026, I did something radical. It would have been my sister’s 37th birthday. I found her dead in October 2024. She died from an eating disorder and addiction (acidosis) — wounds that traced back to the same childhood sexual abuse I survived. On her birthday, I refused to let the day pass quietly. I packed up my gong, my sound bowls, my chimes, and went to the mall. I carried a sign that read: “Today was supposed to be my sister’s birthday. If you’ve experienced grief or loss due to addiction, sit for a moment of sound with me.” People stared. They slowed down. They read the sign. But no one sat. For thirty minutes, I held the frequency anyway. Not to cause chaos. Not to perform. But to honor her. To honor the grief so many people carry silently. Then security asked me to leave. Not because I created disruption — but because it was private property. Still, I did it. I told myself I would show up for her in this way — and I did. With both of my daughters beside me. And tonight, I am awake writing this because of what I am still facing. There are times when I just want to be left alone. Most of those times are when I’m woken up by my children during the ungodly hours of the night — the same hours when, for years, I was repeatedly woken up to being sexually abused. That time of night still lives in my body. Even now, being woken up can send me straight into fight-or-flight. My nervous system doesn’t ask questions — it reacts. I wake up alert, braced, heart pounding. And then the practice begins: breathing. Grounding. Trying to welcome regulation and safety instead of panic. Trying not to scream like the child who lost her entire childhood. So here I am — awake, alert — doing my best to offer myself compassion. Because in these moments, I don’t just feel alone. I am alone. There is no help at this hour. No one to rock me back to sleep. Nobody to hold me. There never was. So I sob — for the years of lost comfort. For the child who was never soothed. For the years I starved myself because I was too anxious to eat, too dysregulated to feel hunger as anything but danger.

… and only now 🤣 I’m so excited. Thanks for having me on today’s call.