Something is shifting. Can you feel it?

Not just in you — in everything. The earth is turning again, leaning back toward the light. The days are lengthening. And with the New Moon in Pisces landing just before the Spring Equinox, we find ourselves standing at a threshold: the end of one astrological year and the quiet, charged beginning of the next.

This is not a small moment. This is an invitation.

I've been sitting with what I am about to share for a while now — turning it over quietly, choosing my words carefully. But I believe the most powerful thing I can offer you is not a perfectly curated version of myself. It is the truth of what I am actually living. So here it is.

For the past six months I have been caregiving for my mama. She came to live with me, and I gave her everything — my time, my presence, my energy, my love, my care, my mornings, my rituals, my boundaries, myself.

I gave her all of it. Without condition. Without reservation. The way daughters do. The way women do.

What got us here will not get us there. This is a season of letting go — of releasing what no longer serves our truest becoming. Old patterns, beliefs, identities, roles, relationship dynamics, chapters of work and life: all of it is being called forward to be acknowledged, honored, and released.

On the 17th of February, we crossed a threshold. The Chinese New Year ushered in a shift from the Year of the Wood Snake into the Year of the Fire Horse — and if you have been paying attention, you will have felt it. Not as a concept, but as a current. Something in the atmosphere changed. A new quality of aliveness entered the room.

The Snake had asked us to shed — to slough off the old skin, to release what no longer fit the body we were growing into. It was slow, interior work. Necessary, and at times, quietly brutal. The Horse asks something different entirely. The Horse asks us to move. To rise into the open field of our own potential and run — not away from something, but toward the fullest expression of who we are here to be.

"As within, so without" is not merely a philosophical musing passed down through centuries of spiritual inquiry. It is physiology. It is neuroscience. It is the lived reality of every body that has ever walked into a cluttered room and felt its shoulders rise, or entered a calm, ordered space and felt something in the chest unknot.

We have been taught to treat health like a finish line — something to cross, to conquer, to finally achieve so that we might rest. We count down to it. We bargain with it. We imagine some future version of ourselves standing on the other side of it, finally whole, finally free. But what if the premise itself is the thing that keeps us from arriving?

Health is not a destination. It is a path of becoming — a living, breathing process that asks not for our perfection, but for our presence. It is the territory we move through, not the territory we are trying to reach. And in releasing the idea of a fixed point of arrival, something quietly profound begins to shift.

I want to take a moment to warmly welcome all of you who are new here—to me, to Embodied Wellness, and to this shared space of remembering what is possible in the body. My own health challenges were the catalyst for my healing and becoming. I know, deeply and personally, what it is like to move through countless doctors, practitioners, and healers seeking answers, clarity, and results. I know the confusion of navigating endless nutrition information, health trends, diets, protocols, and “shoulds”—all while still feeling disconnected, disempowered, and unsure if true healing is even possible.

Intermittent fasting is often presented as a sophisticated wellness practice—praised for mental clarity, metabolic health, weight regulation, and longevity. Its appeal is subtle yet persuasive, especially in a culture that glorifies discipline, control, and productivity. But beneath the surface of this popular trend lies a physiological reality that is rarely discussed, especially when it comes to women’s bodies, adrenal health, and long-term healing.

There’s something deeply personal and vulnerable I want to share with you. For most of my life, I fixated on my body and my appearance. I lived in cycles of disordered eating, body dysmorphia, shame, and quiet self-criticism. I carried a belief that if I could just lose the weight—if my body could finally look the way it was *supposed* to—then confidence, happiness, and peace would follow. That story was convincing. But it was untrue.

This week I am being called to let go and I sense that I am not the only one. We are still in the year of the snake, shedding old patterns, identities, and attachments. I have been cleaning out my closet, organizing my space, and cleaning – creating space for the new. This is a powerful time to reflect and release. 

I hope your New Year is beginning beautifully. Something my mentor shared recently landed deeply in my body and I want to share it with you. She said:

Every beautiful beginning transpires from an intentional ending.

I felt these words reverberate through my entire being. Because it’s true — the end is never really an end. It is a threshold. And the more intentional we are with how we close a chapter, the more potent and aligned the beginning becomes.

Intention is the foundation of everything we create.

As I sit in reflection at the close of 2025, I find myself contemplating not just what happened this year—but how I saw it while I was living it. The past months have been some of the most intense of my life. In September, my mother was in and out of the hospital, on the edge of death. In October, she moved in with me, and since then I’ve been caregiving for her full-time. What initially felt like a burden slowly revealed itself as a profound blessing—one that challenged and grew us both in ways I could not have anticipated.

May this holiday season be filled with love, joy, laughter, and beauty. This Christmas has been different than any other for me — and perhaps it has been for you too. In years past, I would usually travel home to be with my mama for the holidays. This year, instead, she is here with me in my apartment in Santa Fe. As many of you know, my mama has been living with me for the past three months, and it has been one of the most dynamic, stretching, and transformative seasons of my life.

Synthetic fragrances and scents are everywhere—especially this time of year. Homes fill with candles meant to evoke nostalgia, cars hang onto artificial “freshness,” and beauty products promise alluring aromas. But beneath these seemingly harmless scents lies an industry built on unregulated chemicals, hidden ingredients, and compounds that have never been tested for long-term human safety. The rise in fragrances correlates with the rise in symptoms, chronic illness, and mystery conditions.

I’ve been feeling a deep pull to share something with you, something I’ve never fully put into words in this space, but something that has quietly shaped everything I do, everything I teach, and everything Embodied Wellness stands for. There’s a truth rising in me. A truth I can no longer soften, dilute, or tuck behind the scenes. A truth that is asking to be seen, heard, and embodied in the next era of this work.

The Holidays are a special and meaningful time of connection and cheer!

Immune Support is a foundation to heal.

Ever since I was young, I’ve been fascinated by the frequency of spaces. Not just how they look, but how they feel. I’ve always walked into a room and immediately sensed the energy. I noticed the subtle details. I felt when something was “off,” even when everything looked aesthetically perfect. I cleaned, organized, rearranged, and refined the spaces around me not just to make them beautiful, but to recalibrate the energy.

The Holiday Season is here! In this time of Thanksgiving I’ve been contemplating how often we rush through our lives without fully noticing the beauty that is here now. In the midst of doing, striving, and becoming, we sometimes forget to slow down long enough to truly feel the miracle of life that already exists. 

My path away from conventional medicine didn’t begin with frustration or rebellion, it began with love. It began with my mom and the long, painful journey we walked together trying to find answers the medical system could not give us. We spent years searching for answers, truth, and solutions. This quest resulted in dozens of appointments, referrals, specialists, and tests. Years of being told “your labs are normal” while her symptoms only progressed. Years of hearing, “there is no cure—only management.” With each blood draw her strength diminished.