There are moments in life that shimmer.
Moments that feel like the veil between the seen and unseen grows thin.
Where something real, raw, and ancient moves through the space.
The Awakening was one of those moments.
The last weekend in June, I had the honor of co-creating a transformative experience with my husband in our home in Portland. An offering that felt less like an event and more like a living altar. A container stitched with intention, reverence, and the quiet courage of those who said yes to being changed.
Because that’s what The Awakening was:
A collective yes to transformation.
A brave nod to the mystery.
A willingness to stand at the edge of the familiar and take one step beyond.
What unfolded was nothing short of sacred.
We witnessed people come home to parts of themselves they had long forgotten.
We watched old identities slip off like layers of old skin.
We saw tears become baptisms. Laughter become liberation.
And silence—holy, pulsing silence—become the space where the soul could speak.
This is what happens when you choose presence over performance.
When you say yes not just to knowing yourself, but to becoming yourself.
Not the version you were told to be.
Not the mask you’ve been wearing.
But the truth that’s been quietly waiting for your permission to emerge.
We laid old stories to rest and wrote new ones with our breath.
And what an honor it was to hold this space alongside my partner in life and in magic. To create a shared frequency of devotion, safety, curiosity, and love. To weave together our gifts in service of something so much bigger than either of us could do alone.
What we created wasn’t a curriculum.
It was a ceremony.
A container where the ordinary became sacred.
Where strangers became friends and mirrors.
Where the act of being seen became a healing all its own.
There is power in being witnessed.
There is medicine in saying the thing out loud.
There is alchemy in discovering that your pain, your pleasure, your becoming—none of it is too much. All of it is welcome.
I’m still integrating the beauty. The depth. The mystery.
There are things we touched that don’t quite translate into words, and maybe they’re not supposed to.
Maybe they were only meant to be felt, to live in the body, to echo through each person’s next courageous step.
What I do know is this:
Something real happened here.
A remembering.
A release.
A rebirth.
To everyone who said yes:
Thank you for trusting us.
Thank you for trusting yourselves.
Thank you for being willing to see and be seen, to soften the armor, to walk into the fire of your own truth and come out brighter, wilder, more whole.
You reminded me, again, why I do this work.
Because this world needs more people who are awake.
Who live aligned.
Who have the tools to return to themselves, again and again.
Who know how to listen, speak, witness, and love with their whole selves.
This was The Awakening.
And truly…
We’re just getting started.
