Yes, I am a day behind, but I am also a Mamma. So please forgive me. I hope all the mamma's in the community had a wonderful weekends, had rest, and tons of fun. Some are grieving our mothers, and some are grieving the relationship we wish we could have had with our mother. Either way you may be feeling about yourself, be still and know: You are a beloved child of the Most High. AMMN

Library Updates! Calendar Updates for Scheduling MASSAAH'GE Group calls and 1:1 (Adding update after mothers day.) HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!! Listen until the end of the video for a Mothers Day Gift. Contact me directly to claim yours.

There’s an ancient parable about blind men and an elephant. Each touches a different part and insists he’s found the truth. One feels the trunk and calls it a snake. Another grabs the leg and swears it’s a tree. A third touches the side and insists it’s a wall. They’re all right. They’re all wrong. None of them sees the elephant. For years, I had no choice but to live like those blind men. I had my massage therapy training, my exercise certifications, and my spiritual practices. Each was true. Each was powerful. But they existed in separate compartments, never FULLY integrated, never really speaking to one another. Until I began exploring Human Design… I’m a Triple Split Splenic Projector with a 2/4 profile, a configuration that appears in less than one percent of the population. When I first heard about my design, something shifted. My spleen has always been my compass. It’s the still, small voice that knows truth before my mind can rationalize it away. In massage therapy school, I learned to trust my hands. I was trained to feel tissue density, to sense where the body held tension, to recognize patterns of dysfunction. That training taught me something essential: the body speaks a language that precedes thought. It knows things the conscious mind hasn’t yet articulated. When I began studying Human Design charts, I realized I was using that same skill set. I would study a chart—any chart, whether it belonged to a spiritual leader, a historical figure, a presidential candidate, or a client—and something in me would simply know. Not intellectually. Intuitively. My spleen would recognize the pattern, the blueprint, the design. This is what it means to honor the gift of intuition. Einstein said it: “The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” I was learning to honor the gift. Intuition without verification is just opinion. So I would set of to test it. I explored hundreds of Human Design charts. I looked for connections and differentiations. I cross-referenced what I felt to be true with what neuroscience was discovering about the nervous system, what scripture revealed about human nature, what various theological traditions taught about consciousness and design. A deep joiurney of "Investigation and Analysis".

“Where am I the problem?” Not coming from a commitment to shame, but rather it comes from a commitment to LOVE and TRUTH. As an empath, my first reflex is to look inward before I look outward. I replay the conversation. I audit my tone. I search for what I missed. And sometimes that’s wisdom… but other times it can be a Traume-Trained Habit… “If I can find the flaw in me fast enough, maybe I can prevent rejection, conflict, or abandonment.” Carl Jung describes a four-stage evolution of the inner feminine from Eve, to Helen, to the mother Mary, and then Sophia. Eve is survival and attachment. Helen is projection and idealization. Mary is devotion and value. But Sophia is the integrated wisdom: the inner guide that can hold complexity without collapsing into self-blame. And I think this question, “how am I the problem?“ is a Sophia question… when it’s asked with love. NOT “What’s wrong with me?” But rather, “Where am I abandoning myself? “Where am I over-functioning?” Where am I trying to EARN safety by TAKING ALL the responsibility?” Sophia leads us through what I can only describe as a “Passover the place dark waters,” the crossing where we stop confusing empathy with self-erasure. Where we stop calling self-betrayal “being understanding.” Where we let truth be the thing that saves us, even when it costs us comfort. So yes, I still ask myself if I am the problem. I’m learning to ask it differently. “Where am I unconsciously participating in the pattern through over-responsibility, rescuing, mind-reading, or abandoning my own needs?” Instead of condemning myself… I am choosing to COME HOME to myself. AMMN 🙏🏻🐞🌻🕊️🌈🫶🏻