At the end of 2010, everything unraveled.
I left my dream home in the mountains near Yosemite. I was part owner of a metaphysical store and held space in an office where I taught, healed, and practiced hypnotherapy. When the housing market collapsed, the house lost value. Credit disappeared. Bankruptcy followed.
From the outside, it looked like loss.
But what broke my heart most was a tree.
Each morning I meditated nestled in the V of its trunk. Wild kit foxes would gather in a quiet circle around me. It felt like sacred ground — like Mother Earth held me in her arms. For all I had built and learned there, leaving that tree was the hardest part.
A few months after we moved, a storm knocked my sacred tree down.
And strangely, I felt released.
In 2011, after attending a talk with a client, I felt inspired to write her a simple reflection. That email became the first of what I later called WowMoments.
One became ten. Ten became hundreds. Books followed. Oracle cards. A novel waiting in the wings.
No grand stage. Just devotion.
Looking back, I see that nothing was wasted. The unraveling cleared space for something truer.
And the most beautiful part?
After all of it, I still feel like I’m at the beginning — discovering, exploring, joyfully playing in an infinite universe.
Blessing:
May you trust the sacred things that shape you.
May what falls away free you for what is meant to grow.
And may you remember — you are only at the beginning.