Yes, I’m spiritual. Yes, I practice mindfulness.
And yes, I will absolutely lose it if one more person cuts me off.

Road rage isn’t just about traffic, it’s your nervous system hitting its limit.
It’s your inner child asking for protection.
It’s your energy begging to move.

You’re not a bad person.
You’re a soul surviving a capitalist hellscape with a healing heart.
And honestly? You’re doing better than you think. ❤️

“Your milk touched something bigger than you could ever see.”

Spilled breast milk isn’t wasted, it’s received by Spirit.
In this post, I dive into the unseen magic behind every tear, every drop, and every moment of heartbreak. Your hard work, your exhaustion, your fierce love? It still matters.

Even when it feels like it’s leaking away, it’s feeding the babies who needed it most. In motherhood, even your anger is holy. Even your grief is sacred.

“Sometimes our biggest assignments come disguised as what we thought we wanted.”

Regretting parenthood isn’t a moral failure, it’s a soul-level unraveling. In this post, I hold space for the grief, rage, loneliness, and spiritual breaking that often go hand-in-hand with parenthood, but no one talks about.
If you’ve ever wondered “Is it okay that I feel this way?”, I’m here to tell you: yes. It’s more than okay. Your experience is valid, your pain is sacred, and you are not alone.

“Your spiritual mission isn’t to suffer. It’s to be present, with them, with yourself, with the moment you’re in.”

Motherhood isn’t one-size-fits-all. Sometimes being a stay-at-home mom feels sacred, and sometimes it feels soul-sucking, and both are allowed.

In this post, I break down the spiritual layers of being home with your children, the guilt that isn’t yours to carry, and why loving or resenting the experience doesn’t make you any less divine. Whatever your path looks like, it’s still sacred. It’s still enough. And you are still enough.

“Purpose looks like a mop. A chalkboard. A clipboard. A steering wheel. A baby monitor.”

Your job might not look “spiritual” on paper, but it’s sacred in ways the world doesn’t always see.
Whether you’re a nurse holding space at the edge of life and death, a janitor clearing energetic clutter, or a nanny healing ancestral cycles through play, your work is soul work.

This post is a love letter to the everyday angels who are living their purpose in plain sight, and a reminder that you are deeply, divinely seen.

“Your nails are tiny little billboards showing the world what frequency you’re on, or what you’re trying to get on.”
From red nails channeling main character energy to chipped polish signaling a need for energetic TLC, your nails say way more than you realize. In this post, I decode the spiritual messages behind your nail colors, shapes, and even the moments when you’re overdue for a touch-up. Because spiritually? Your hands are sacred tools of creation, and your nails are sending energetic signals every single day.

“Music aligns you with whatever timeline you’re needing most in the moment.”
Maybe you need softness. Maybe you need space. Maybe you need to remember that you are that girl.
Your playlists are sacred. They’re not just background noise, they’re energy medicine. The beats, the lyrics, the mood… it’s your spirit picking the soundtrack for your current chapter.
This post is your permission slip to stop judging your music taste and start honoring it. Because that song on repeat? That’s your soul talking.

“You can be divinely protected and still be in danger.”
That’s the thing about spirituality, it’s not always neat, clean, or linear. You can know your soul is wrapped in divine light and still feel the urge to double-lock the door. That doesn’t make you less spiritual, it makes you human.
In this post, I dive into the wild and freeing truth that two opposite realities can both be valid, both be real, and both belong. Because the paradox isn’t a mistake, it’s the magic.

Cheating, ghosting, breakups. The kind of pain that cracks you open. But what if that heartbreak wasn’t random? What if it was a soul contract, meant to awaken you, not destroy you?

Being spiritual in a capitalist hellscape is wild. One minute you’re manifesting abundance, the next you’re praying for gas money before a DoorDash shift.

Gardening is lowkey a spiritual practice and I’m not just talking about sunshine and fresh air. I mean actual Earth magic. Tending to plants is a form of energy work. It’s healing. It’s grounding. When you garden, you’re not just planting seeds, you’re casting spells. You’re co-creating with nature. You’re activating your root and heart chakras just by pulling weeds or whispering to your herbs. Whether your basil’s thriving or your fiddle leaf is looking a little crispy, it still counts. Every plant is part of your spiritual practice, even the ones that die.

Kegels aren’t just for postpartum healing or bladder strength. They’re spiritual activations. With every mindful contraction, you’re awakening your root and sacral chakras, reclaiming your womb space, and pulsing with divine feminine energy. This practice isn’t about control—it’s about sacred remembrance.

If you’ve never broken a bone, it’s easy to chalk it up to luck. But spiritually, your intact skeleton may carry a deeper message, resilient ancestry, grounded intuition, and a soul path that learns through whispers instead of shocks. Your bones might be holding more than just your body, they’re holding spiritual truth.

I don’t just believe in past lives, I’ve remembered them. Sometimes they come as visions. Sometimes as chills, grief, or unexplainable knowing. Channeling past lives isn’t fantasy, it’s a soul-level remembering. If you’ve ever thought, “I’ve been here before,” you probably have.

“Nothing is bad, everything is a lesson”, sure, but let’s not pretend that means trauma didn’t hurt. This post gets real about what spiritual growth actually looks like when you’ve been through hell and decided to rise anyway. Your pain holds power. Your story holds medicine.

Spirituality and religion might look different, but underneath? They’re rooted in the same longing: connection. From prayer to manifesting, fasting to detoxing, church pews to ocean waves, this post explores how spiritual rituals are simply faith, rewritten in our own language.

You can leave the religion, but sometimes the guilt follows. This post dives into how to heal that inner conflict, so you can connect with God without fear, reclaim your rituals, and remember that the Divine never needed you to be perfect, just present.