The Messengers & The Miracles
engaging with the eclipse, engaging with the heart
Today, the eclipse arrives.
A cosmic threshold. A mirror of change. A force that asks us to surrender what no longer serves and make space for what is meant to come.
And tomorrow, my father’s birthday.
Many may never understand how I can hold love for him, how I can speak his name with tenderness despite the wound he left on this world, on my world. On July 4, 2013, he took my mother’s life, and the police took his. A permanent fracture, a before-and-after that has shaped me, reshaped me, and transformed everything and everyone around me.
Anger has been a real and rightful byproduct of this reality. And yet, with time, it has shifted, taking on new forms. Where I once saw my father as the sole culprit, and in many ways, he was, I now see the story more clearly. With distance. With empathy. With the weight of all the stories that have found their way to me—his, my mother’s, our home, our lineage, our wounds.
With time, with practice, with a more healed perception, I have let my anger guide me—not just toward him and what he took from me, but toward a deeper truth. He was wounded. He was lost. He was trapped in trauma he never named, yet it was woven into every fiber of our home, our relationship, our fate.
I didn’t know then what I know now. And all of it—the sadness, the shock, the shame, the way grief wrapped itself around my ribs and would not let go—has forged a way forward. My heart was shattered, yes, but in the breaking, it opened. It opened beyond the sharp sting and edges of that day, beyond the tragedy, into something else entirely.
Where anger once consumed me, time, spirit, and the deepest kind of love have softened the edges of my grief, revealing a truth beneath the pain: my father was a wounded child long before he became a man capable of such harm. He never had the chance to heal.
And while I once carried that loss like an anchor, it has now become a doorway. A doorway that has led me here—to this work, to this life, to a love so vast it holds even the unimaginable.
This is not an excuse. This is not a way to minimize pain.
This is a commitment. A vow that I will never allow such violence to take root in me, in my story, in the work I do. A promise to break cycles that have broken me. To name the patterns, the culture, the conditioning that breed this kind of harm—and to transform them into something else entirely.
I often think about what I wish I could have given them both. The awareness. The healing. The hope.
And yet, I know—I could not have saved them.
I also know that without my pain, I would not be who I am now.
Without my grief, I may have never learned to listen as deeply as I do.
Without the loss, I may not have been cracked open to this purpose, this path.
And so, as the eclipse opens its sky-wide invitation for transformation, I hold him. I hold them. And I return to a moment that held me in ways I did not expect. A moment in the jungle. A moment I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
It was my first time in Costa Rica, a land that would soon become sacred to me in ways I couldn’t yet fathom. The place where I would find chosen family in Esteban and Lilliam Fallas, where their hearts and home would open to me—where our shared dreams would root and rise into something greater than I had ever known I could receive.
That day, I was offering reiki to a dear friend. She was grieving her father. And I, all too familiar with that ache, held her as the jungle held us both.
The air was thick, alive. The earth pulsed beneath us.
I placed my hands on her head. I closed my eyes.
And when I opened them, he was there.
A lone monkey, perched in the tree right in front of us. Watching. Witnessing. Present in a way that felt almost human.
He stayed until the sun began to set, until the air around us shifted, until something in my bones knew—our time in this suspended space was complete. And so was the healing.
I whispered thank you, thank you, thank you through my heart, absorbing the depth of what had just unfolded. My friend and I sat there, held in awe and amazement, receiving this moment like the gift it was. A gem that lives eternally in my heart. So much so that today, in this eclipse, in this turning point, it still speaks to me.
Later, we learned that monkeys are spiritual messengers.
They remind us that we do not heal alone.
That survival and thrival are woven into the fabric of community.
That healing—true, deep, life-altering healing—is never meant to be done in isolation.
We need each other.
We deserve each other.
And I know now, without a doubt, that this messenger was not just for her.
He was there for me, too.
Because as I held her in her grief, I was holding myself in mine.
As I whispered prayers for her heart, I was tending to my own.
As I breathed in the jungle air, I knew—I was not alone.
Costa Rica has been a portal for me. A place where spirit and nature speak in ways too clear to ignore. A land where my own heart has reshaped itself, softened, widened, made space for more life, more love, more trust in what is beyond my control. It has forever changed me. It calls me home every single day.
I am blessed to have made such a connection.
We are all blessed to make such connections.
And today, as the eclipse calls us into change, into release, into the unknown, I ask you:
Are you listening?
Spirit speaks.
Nature speaks.
Love, if you let it, will always find a way to show you the path.
May we each make the space to hear it.
I know without my pain,
this paradise of truth would not be.
It was a first for me.
Sharing reiki in the jungle.
Being supported by ancestors, animals, angels, and so much love.
And yet, it has not been the last.
I know these times are tough.
I know this world is brutal.
I know that as human beings, we have become so separated from the innate wisdom and worthiness we carry—the wisdom we are meant to share, the connection we are meant to foster.
I know grief is real.
And no time will ever limit it or lose its waves.
And yet,
I believe it is a reminder. A thread that ties us to what is possible.
Every leap of faith,
every surrender to fate,
has led me to versions and virtues of myself I had long forgotten.
Every chance to heal,
every transition to change,
has opened me up to miracles and messages my mind was limited to imagine but my heart and spirit have always known.
And every time I have allowed forgiveness and accountability to lead the way, I have been restored with wonder, rooted in wholeness, reminded of just how worthy I am.
And so were they.
And so are you.
May we use this eclipse, this season, this fragile and fracturing world, to listen. To soften. To change.
I am listening.
May we all be devoted to this practice of listening, too.
The Virgo Lunar Eclipse: A Time to Release, Refine & Realign
Today, the eclipse arrives. A cosmic threshold. A mirror of change. A force that asks us to surrender what no longer serves and make space for what is meant to come.
And this one? She’s a big one.
This Virgo Lunar Eclipse is here to shake things up, clear things out, and bring us back into integrity with who we truly are. Virgo, ruled by Mercury, is the cosmic healer, the sacred organizer, the priestess of discernment. She doesn’t deal in half-truths. She asks us to shed, simplify, and step forward with clarity—to let go of what is keeping us out of alignment and take full responsibility for the ways we show up, for ourselves and the world.
What’s So Special About This Eclipse?
🌕 It’s the last Virgo eclipse until 2031.
This is a closing chapter of a cycle that’s been weaving its way through our lives. Think back to September 2016—what themes were unfolding for you then? What healing, growth, or lessons have come full circle?
🌿 Virgo = Healing, Purification, and Embodiment.
She asks: Are you taking care of your vessel? Not just your body, but your spirit, your nervous system, your emotional reserves? This eclipse is a moment to check in. What practices, relationships, or patterns are actually supporting your well-being—and what needs to go?
🌀 Lunar eclipses = Emotional release & revelations.
Eclipses illuminate truth—ready or not. In Virgo, this might show up as clarity around what’s been draining you, where perfectionism is keeping you stuck, or where you’ve been over-giving without receiving.
⚖️ Virgo & Pisces: Earth Meets Ether.
This eclipse is dancing with the Pisces Sun—Virgo’s opposite sign—which means we’re being called to balance the practical and the mystical. Virgo is the how, Pisces is the why.
→ Are my daily actions aligned with my soul’s purpose?
→ Where have I been too rigid? Too ungrounded?
→ What small shifts could bring more ease, flow, and devotion into my life?
🔥 Eclipses remove what’s out of alignment.
Virgo doesn’t tolerate half-truths. Expect radical honesty—within yourself, your work, your relationships. This is a moment to release what no longer serves your highest integrity—even if it’s uncomfortable.
✨ A call to sacred service.
Virgo is the sign of devotion—but not in a self-sacrificing way. This eclipse asks:
💡 What is my deeper mission?
💡 How can I serve from a place of wholeness, rather than depletion?
💡 What practical steps can I take toward my calling?
An Invitation to Listen, Reflect & Realign
🔮 What am I ready to release that is no longer in integrity with my soul?
🌱 Where can I simplify, refine, or cleanse in my life?
💫 Am I overanalyzing or over-controlling something that needs surrender?
🌊 How can I trust both the plan (Virgo) and the flow (Pisces)?
This is a time to journal, cleanse your space, move your body, and anchor into rituals that bring you clarity and calm. The eclipse energy is wild, raw, and potent—but Virgo reminds us that grounding, discernment, and intention will carry us through.
And as we stand in this moment of transformation, I ask you:
Are you listening?
Spirit speaks.
Nature speaks.
Love, if you let it, will always find a way to show you the path.
May we each make the space to hear it.
Looking for Conscious community and connection? Come join us this Saturday at The Hive.
I would love to invite you to practice with me and our conscious, caring community. Each Saturday, I offer trauma-informed, heart-centered practices that are accessible to all—no experience needed. This Saturday, we’ll begin with a 75-minute Vinyasa Flow at 10am, followed by a 30-minute meditation at 11:30am.
The Hive is still in the early stages of its journey, so if you are coming for the first time, please be mindful that the sign out front is a red arborist sign—trust the GPS and address, you are in the right place!
Investment for Class:
Sliding Scale (No one will ever be turned away for lack of funds)
Community: $15 Yoga / $5 Meditation (Discounted rate for those with limited resources)
Sustainer: $20 Yoga / $10 Meditation (The cost to maintain this work)
Supporter: $25 Yoga / $15 Meditation (Helps sustain this work and offers an opportunity for another to join)
Cash, Check, & Venmo are accepted.
Address:
1031 E Saginaw Rd, Midland, MI
please be mindful: Doors open 15 minutes before class, and close 5 minutes after it begins—please arrive with time to settle in. Yoga mats and props are available for use. know you are welcome and worthy exactly as you are.
The tier-based pricing system is designed to reflect our proximity to privilege, resources, and accessibility. It allows us to show up and invest from a place of humility, knowing that those who are able to contribute more help make it possible for others to access this work. I believe in creating a space where all are welcome, and this system ensures that no one will be turned away, regardless of financial circumstances.
I can’t wait to share this space with you, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to practice and grow together.
Thank you for sharing! I am so grateful to be in community with you as we work to break generational curses. I will carry your promise to break the curses that broke you as my own in my work.