Category: body positive

Crystal Herbalism – International Women’s Day 

The future is female. The future is five minutes from now, a moment from now, the future is already happening. Every second of every day girls and women are dreaming, creating, and manifesting change. 

As women, we must raise each other up, shed light on each others visions. 

Women working together is magic. 

As women, we must bow our heads to those who came before us, the witches, the warriors, the mothers, the activists, the artists, the healers. We must use their sacrifices as our armour, amulets of courage.

As women, we must teach girls to love themselves, to look in the mirror and not see parts but a whole spirit. 

As women, we must reclaim our wellbeing, we are worthy. 

Crystal Herbalism – International Women’s Day 

The future is female. The future is five minutes from now, a moment from now, the future is already happening. Every second of every day girls and women are dreaming, creating, and manifesting change. 

As women, we must raise each other up, shed light on each others visions. 

Women working together is magic. 

As women, we must bow our heads to those who came before us, the witches, the warriors, the mothers, the activists, the artists, the healers. We must use their sacrifices as our armour, amulets of courage.

As women, we must teach girls to love themselves, to look in the mirror and not see parts but a whole spirit. 

As women, we must reclaim our wellbeing, we are worthy. 

Crystal Herbalism – International Women’s Day 

The future is female. The future is five minutes from now, a moment from now, the future is already happening. Every second of every day girls and women are dreaming, creating, and manifesting change. 

As women, we must raise each other up, shed light on each others visions. 

Women working together is magic. 

As women, we must bow our heads to those who came before us, the witches, the warriors, the mothers, the activists, the artists, the healers. We must use their sacrifices as our armour, amulets of courage.

As women, we must teach girls to love themselves, to look in the mirror and not see parts but a whole spirit. 

As women, we must reclaim our wellbeing, we are worthy. 

Crystal HerbalismIt Takes Guts To Love Yourself 

My relationship with my stomach has always been unbalanced. From an eating disorder to digestive issues, my stomach has been the core to many of my struggles. I used to hide my stomach, never wanting to show the rolls it created when I sat, or the way it moved when I ran. I’ve always wanted to keep it contained and hidden, I never found it appealing. I used to pull at it, suck it in, cover it up, It was always the center of my attention. Since seeing all the women and girls in the media with their perfection, I found my flaws to shine even brighter when I’ll I wanted was to dim them.

It wasn’t until I worked at Crystal Life Technology in 2012 that I discovered the bodies energetic connectors, the chakras. Diving into the kaleidoscope of colors that my body radiated, I found that I had deep issues with my sacral and solar plexus. The hues of orange and yellow pulsating with such brightness to get by attention. By reading books and speaking with shamans, witches, yogis, and gurus, I was able to collect information that I needed to begin my journey of healing.

It didn’t really matter how many crystals I bought or how many essential oils I used, my sacral and solar plexus needed my undivided attention. They needed me to wade through the darkness in order to obtain their wisdom.

Working with the past is never easy, it’s scary, heavy, and a type of darkness that even the light struggles to penetrate. When traveling back through your roots, you have to do more than observe your childhood, you have to venture into the abyss of past lives, karma, and memories that don’t feel like you’ve lived in them. It’s confusing, a struggle of identity, but when you are able to lay in the darkest part of the your souls ocean, floating above all the wreckage, it’s in that moment you uncover your strength.

It took many years to heal. And in some ways I still am. I don’t believe healing ever stops, your wellbeing will always need an extra dose of your love and focus.

With all that devotion, I have grown to love my belly. My core. My center. It has become the home of my spirit, a place where all my creative fire brews. I lay my hand on it at night and get teary, saying I love you and I am sorry for the pain I’ve caused. My belly has is stronger and yet tender, awake and yet still dreamy.

All my body image issues have melted away, leaving stains across my body, collections of poetic stretch marks and love letters of cellulite. Each morning I gaze upon their enchanting presence, a source of self made magic.

It Takes Guts To Heal

Over the past year, I have resided in the cave of my body, listening to the current tempest brewing within my stomach. I didn’t know if she was angry at me for all the pain I’ve caused her or if it was some type of energetic awakening. Turns out, it was digestive issues. My stomach became bloated and pained. I found myself disconnecting again from the loving relationship that I spent years building. All within a couple of month I felt the walls begin to rise again, cutting off communion between my mind, soul, and gut.

It took me a few months to realize that couldn’t heal this issue on my own. After a couple doctors visits and blog tests, I was referred to a GI specialist. I was so nervous that I was going to have to change my vegan lifestyle and that every food I loved I wouldn’t be able to eat again. The stress of not having control was exhausting. With some deep breaths and a long-awaited visit to the GI, I was told I had IBS and I needed a colonoscopy. Now, in my naturalists heart, I was thinking this was all unnecessary because I ate so healthy. It was a mix of anger and confusion, but I decided to trust the doctors and loved ones because I couldn’t stand the pain anymore, it wasn’t my burden to carry.

It was one of the toughest journeys I have ever ventured on. I wasn’t able to eat for almost 2 days and I had to drink this indescribably horrible liquid. I was not able to sleep due to the nausea and cramps, making me so worn down that I was barely able to do anything.

The process completely drained me energetically, physically, and mentally. Some may call me weak, but during the time of no food and forcing myself to drink something, all my past traumas with my body were brought back to the surface. I was having to work through those as I laid in the bath dizzy, dehydrated, and sleep deprived.

The day of my colonoscopy I cried. I wanted it to all be over. I wanted to get back into the flow of my routine, yet laying with my blue gown on, IV in, I knew that the “adventure” wasn’t over. After the procedure, the nurse told my boyfriend and my delirious self that I was born with a twist in my colon, causing me to not be able to digest food as easily as others.

A part of me was relieved that I was able to find out what was wrong and the other half of me was defended by the thought that this was a lifetime commitment. I went home that day craving bread, water, and sleep. I still don’t have all the answers, because I have some upcoming doctors visits to unfold what was found during the procedure. I have begun the process of reconnecting with my stomach, listening and feeling. The first day back on my yoga mat, all I did was stretch, slowly moving with my muscles and breath.

That evening, I remember standing in the shower, the hot water like a river on my skin. My palms pressed gently against my belly, breathing in and out, extending and coming back home. My palms never left my belly that night. I found comfort in the warm touch, an unspoken promise that resonated in my core.

Crystal HerbalismIt Takes Guts To Love Yourself 

My relationship with my stomach has always been unbalanced. From an eating disorder to digestive issues, my stomach has been the core to many of my struggles. I used to hide my stomach, never wanting to show the rolls it created when I sat, or the way it moved when I ran. I’ve always wanted to keep it contained and hidden, I never found it appealing. I used to pull at it, suck it in, cover it up, It was always the center of my attention. Since seeing all the women and girls in the media with their perfection, I found my flaws to shine even brighter when I’ll I wanted was to dim them.

It wasn’t until I worked at Crystal Life Technology in 2012 that I discovered the bodies energetic connectors, the chakras. Diving into the kaleidoscope of colors that my body radiated, I found that I had deep issues with my sacral and solar plexus. The hues of orange and yellow pulsating with such brightness to get by attention. By reading books and speaking with shamans, witches, yogis, and gurus, I was able to collect information that I needed to begin my journey of healing.

It didn’t really matter how many crystals I bought or how many essential oils I used, my sacral and solar plexus needed my undivided attention. They needed me to wade through the darkness in order to obtain their wisdom.

Working with the past is never easy, it’s scary, heavy, and a type of darkness that even the light struggles to penetrate. When traveling back through your roots, you have to do more than observe your childhood, you have to venture into the abyss of past lives, karma, and memories that don’t feel like you’ve lived in them. It’s confusing, a struggle of identity, but when you are able to lay in the darkest part of the your souls ocean, floating above all the wreckage, it’s in that moment you uncover your strength.

It took many years to heal. And in some ways I still am. I don’t believe healing ever stops, your wellbeing will always need an extra dose of your love and focus.

With all that devotion, I have grown to love my belly. My core. My center. It has become the home of my spirit, a place where all my creative fire brews. I lay my hand on it at night and get teary, saying I love you and I am sorry for the pain I’ve caused. My belly has is stronger and yet tender, awake and yet still dreamy.

All my body image issues have melted away, leaving stains across my body, collections of poetic stretch marks and love letters of cellulite. Each morning I gaze upon their enchanting presence, a source of self made magic.

It Takes Guts To Heal

Over the past year, I have resided in the cave of my body, listening to the current tempest brewing within my stomach. I didn’t know if she was angry at me for all the pain I’ve caused her or if it was some type of energetic awakening. Turns out, it was digestive issues. My stomach became bloated and pained. I found myself disconnecting again from the loving relationship that I spent years building. All within a couple of month I felt the walls begin to rise again, cutting off communion between my mind, soul, and gut.

It took me a few months to realize that couldn’t heal this issue on my own. After a couple doctors visits and blog tests, I was referred to a GI specialist. I was so nervous that I was going to have to change my vegan lifestyle and that every food I loved I wouldn’t be able to eat again. The stress of not having control was exhausting. With some deep breaths and a long-awaited visit to the GI, I was told I had IBS and I needed a colonoscopy. Now, in my naturalists heart, I was thinking this was all unnecessary because I ate so healthy. It was a mix of anger and confusion, but I decided to trust the doctors and loved ones because I couldn’t stand the pain anymore, it wasn’t my burden to carry.

It was one of the toughest journeys I have ever ventured on. I wasn’t able to eat for almost 2 days and I had to drink this indescribably horrible liquid. I was not able to sleep due to the nausea and cramps, making me so worn down that I was barely able to do anything.

The process completely drained me energetically, physically, and mentally. Some may call me weak, but during the time of no food and forcing myself to drink something, all my past traumas with my body were brought back to the surface. I was having to work through those as I laid in the bath dizzy, dehydrated, and sleep deprived.

The day of my colonoscopy I cried. I wanted it to all be over. I wanted to get back into the flow of my routine, yet laying with my blue gown on, IV in, I knew that the “adventure” wasn’t over. After the procedure, the nurse told my boyfriend and my delirious self that I was born with a twist in my colon, causing me to not be able to digest food as easily as others.

A part of me was relieved that I was able to find out what was wrong and the other half of me was defended by the thought that this was a lifetime commitment. I went home that day craving bread, water, and sleep. I still don’t have all the answers, because I have some upcoming doctors visits to unfold what was found during the procedure. I have begun the process of reconnecting with my stomach, listening and feeling. The first day back on my yoga mat, all I did was stretch, slowly moving with my muscles and breath.

That evening, I remember standing in the shower, the hot water like a river on my skin. My palms pressed gently against my belly, breathing in and out, extending and coming back home. My palms never left my belly that night. I found comfort in the warm touch, an unspoken promise that resonated in my core.

Crystal HerbalismIt Takes Guts To Love Yourself 

My relationship with my stomach has always been unbalanced. From an eating disorder to digestive issues, my stomach has been the core to many of my struggles. I used to hide my stomach, never wanting to show the rolls it created when I sat, or the way it moved when I ran. I’ve always wanted to keep it contained and hidden, I never found it appealing. I used to pull at it, suck it in, cover it up, It was always the center of my attention. Since seeing all the women and girls in the media with their perfection, I found my flaws to shine even brighter when I’ll I wanted was to dim them.

It wasn’t until I worked at Crystal Life Technology in 2012 that I discovered the bodies energetic connectors, the chakras. Diving into the kaleidoscope of colors that my body radiated, I found that I had deep issues with my sacral and solar plexus. The hues of orange and yellow pulsating with such brightness to get by attention. By reading books and speaking with shamans, witches, yogis, and gurus, I was able to collect information that I needed to begin my journey of healing.

It didn’t really matter how many crystals I bought or how many essential oils I used, my sacral and solar plexus needed my undivided attention. They needed me to wade through the darkness in order to obtain their wisdom.

Working with the past is never easy, it’s scary, heavy, and a type of darkness that even the light struggles to penetrate. When traveling back through your roots, you have to do more than observe your childhood, you have to venture into the abyss of past lives, karma, and memories that don’t feel like you’ve lived in them. It’s confusing, a struggle of identity, but when you are able to lay in the darkest part of the your souls ocean, floating above all the wreckage, it’s in that moment you uncover your strength.

It took many years to heal. And in some ways I still am. I don’t believe healing ever stops, your wellbeing will always need an extra dose of your love and focus.

With all that devotion, I have grown to love my belly. My core. My center. It has become the home of my spirit, a place where all my creative fire brews. I lay my hand on it at night and get teary, saying I love you and I am sorry for the pain I’ve caused. My belly has is stronger and yet tender, awake and yet still dreamy.

All my body image issues have melted away, leaving stains across my body, collections of poetic stretch marks and love letters of cellulite. Each morning I gaze upon their enchanting presence, a source of self made magic.

It Takes Guts To Heal

Over the past year, I have resided in the cave of my body, listening to the current tempest brewing within my stomach. I didn’t know if she was angry at me for all the pain I’ve caused her or if it was some type of energetic awakening. Turns out, it was digestive issues. My stomach became bloated and pained. I found myself disconnecting again from the loving relationship that I spent years building. All within a couple of month I felt the walls begin to rise again, cutting off communion between my mind, soul, and gut.

It took me a few months to realize that couldn’t heal this issue on my own. After a couple doctors visits and blog tests, I was referred to a GI specialist. I was so nervous that I was going to have to change my vegan lifestyle and that every food I loved I wouldn’t be able to eat again. The stress of not having control was exhausting. With some deep breaths and a long-awaited visit to the GI, I was told I had IBS and I needed a colonoscopy. Now, in my naturalists heart, I was thinking this was all unnecessary because I ate so healthy. It was a mix of anger and confusion, but I decided to trust the doctors and loved ones because I couldn’t stand the pain anymore, it wasn’t my burden to carry.

It was one of the toughest journeys I have ever ventured on. I wasn’t able to eat for almost 2 days and I had to drink this indescribably horrible liquid. I was not able to sleep due to the nausea and cramps, making me so worn down that I was barely able to do anything.

The process completely drained me energetically, physically, and mentally. Some may call me weak, but during the time of no food and forcing myself to drink something, all my past traumas with my body were brought back to the surface. I was having to work through those as I laid in the bath dizzy, dehydrated, and sleep deprived.

The day of my colonoscopy I cried. I wanted it to all be over. I wanted to get back into the flow of my routine, yet laying with my blue gown on, IV in, I knew that the “adventure” wasn’t over. After the procedure, the nurse told my boyfriend and my delirious self that I was born with a twist in my colon, causing me to not be able to digest food as easily as others.

A part of me was relieved that I was able to find out what was wrong and the other half of me was defended by the thought that this was a lifetime commitment. I went home that day craving bread, water, and sleep. I still don’t have all the answers, because I have some upcoming doctors visits to unfold what was found during the procedure. I have begun the process of reconnecting with my stomach, listening and feeling. The first day back on my yoga mat, all I did was stretch, slowly moving with my muscles and breath.

That evening, I remember standing in the shower, the hot water like a river on my skin. My palms pressed gently against my belly, breathing in and out, extending and coming back home. My palms never left my belly that night. I found comfort in the warm touch, an unspoken promise that resonated in my core.

Self-Care Is Courageous 

The core of self-care is the courage to put yourself first. To thrive, create, and lead, you need to be able to see your wellbeing as the foundation to your work. No longer is self-care considered a luxury or selfish, rather a necessity to your success. Below you will find some tips to integrating mindfulness into your daily routine:

Befriend your morning. Establishing a morning ritual is a great way to ignite your energy and ground your thoughts before the day begins. Whether it’s fitness, a balanced meal, or mediation, doing something that brings you joy is a perfect way to ignite your energy, ground your thoughts, and reconnect with your intentions.

Recharge yourself. Staying attuned your energy levels is important because you can take note of when you need to rest. Taking breaks throughout your day is a great way to restore yourself, a simple 5-10-minute break every hour to stretch, walk, or make a cup of tea, can shift your perspective and empower productivity.

Set a daily intention. You have a power within you to cultivate, heal, access, and release.  Start each day with an honesty and focused mindset, ex: How can I bring more sacredness into my life today? Your actions have a direct connect with your energy field, so make decisions that align with the deep listening point within you, your gut.

Your breath is your magic. Every time you inhale and exhale you create more space within yourself. You develop an loving awareness that is rooted in the ebb and flow of your breathing. When you take a deep breath, you are reclaiming your divine sovereignty.

Self-Care Is Courageous 

The core of self-care is the courage to put yourself first. To thrive, create, and lead, you need to be able to see your wellbeing as the foundation to your work. No longer is self-care considered a luxury or selfish, rather a necessity to your success. Below you will find some tips to integrating mindfulness into your daily routine:

Befriend your morning. Establishing a morning ritual is a great way to ignite your energy and ground your thoughts before the day begins. Whether it’s fitness, a balanced meal, or mediation, doing something that brings you joy is a perfect way to ignite your energy, ground your thoughts, and reconnect with your intentions.

Recharge yourself. Staying attuned your energy levels is important because you can take note of when you need to rest. Taking breaks throughout your day is a great way to restore yourself, a simple 5-10-minute break every hour to stretch, walk, or make a cup of tea, can shift your perspective and empower productivity.

Set a daily intention. You have a power within you to cultivate, heal, access, and release.  Start each day with an honesty and focused mindset, ex: How can I bring more sacredness into my life today? Your actions have a direct connect with your energy field, so make decisions that align with the deep listening point within you, your gut.

Your breath is your magic. Every time you inhale and exhale you create more space within yourself. You develop an loving awareness that is rooted in the ebb and flow of your breathing. When you take a deep breath, you are reclaiming your divine sovereignty.

I’m Back After Spiritual Maintenance

It feels good to sit down and write to you. It’s been awhile since I last posted, I found myself drained, uninspired, and wanting to crawl into one of the books I was reading. I wanted to be alone. The kind of alone where you sit with you thoughts and are able to honor them like a passing fish in a stream. Sudden, seen, and admired.I like to think of my absence as spiritual maintenance, an image of me walking the mountain path to the temple of my Self. 

It was during my time away that I reexamined my relationship with my spirituality. Since moving to the city and changing jobs, I found myself disconnected to what I valued, I felt lost. I wasn’t depressed, rather frustrated with myself that I wasn’t able to find the answers I needed to heal. It turned out that I was the answer all along, I needed to do the work, I needed to be alone. 

There were days where I cried, got angry, and even felt nothing. It was all a journey, the deeper I went into my temple, the more alive I felt. During my “retreat” into my Self, I was able to acknowledge my shadows, strengthen my light, and discover new realms within my practice.

My journal became my safe space, my companion during my solitude. I brought it with my everywhere I went, It held my secrets, dreams, and the aspects of myself that were sacred. I was able to color and write my emotions and ideas on the page without judgement, releasing everything that was on my mind in a loving way. Throughout my day I would write. From a single word to a stream of consciousnesses, I welcomed the honesty.

I also pulled oracle cards every morning, asking my guides for their wisdom. With my daily mantra I would choose a crystal, mala, and an essential oil that aligned with that energy. It became a ritual, something that made me feel supported and listened to. Along with journaling and oracle readings, I found myself stepping onto my mat at least twice a day. I would stretch and meditate in the morning and flow in the afternoon. The variety of movement gave me another outlet to filter my emotions and thoughts through.

My healing process was a collection of daily habits, they all worked together to bring me back to my Self. Here are some more of my favorite routines:

  • Morning/Afternoon podcast during my walk to work.
  • Reading during breakfast and before bed.No social media in the morning or evening.
  • Saturday & Sunday herbal bath.
  • Filtering my emails to be solely inspirational and full of spiritual/self-care goodness.
  • Changing my route to work, I chose to walk on more tree lined streets and near parks.
  • Stretching before bed.
  • Savoring every cup of tea I made.
  • Taking an afternoon break at work to do a 20 min workout.

Below you will find some of the tools I used in the Temple of Self. You can use these in your own life to reawaken your passion, align your energy, and to find balance within your beautiful chaos.

Podcasts: Yoga Girl, Soul Feed, Let It Out, Light Work, The Flowerlounge, Truth & Dare, Highest Self

Essential Oils: Clear Mind by Little Moon

Oracle Decks: Spirit De Lune, Work Your Light, The Universe Has Your Back

Books: Body Kindness, Lunar Abundance, White Hot Truth

What would happen if you listened to your body, every moment of everyday?

This is an important question to ask yourself, especially with the new year arriving. It’s not to say that you don’t already listen to your body but rather bringing an awareness to the fact that you can deepen your practice.

Our bodies are constantly shifting and evolving with each action we take and thought we create. Our emotions tend to be the driving force on how our bodies react to situations, entailing waves of ups, downs, and moments of calm. Like an ocean we ebb and flow, keeping track of any storms brewing within.

Listening to the body is an intuitive practice, and act of self-awareness. There is a magick to knowing when to tend to your self, an ancient vibe of nurturing. It’ our sixth sense, something that gives us a light to dive inward.

There is a beauty in knowing your body, an art of true honest devotion. When we think of our bodies as our home, temple, and sacred ground, we find ourselves pausing, kneeling to pray and listen. It is with that divine notion, that we awaken, we become rooted in the fluidity of what our body needs.

Listening to the body can be described as either spiritual or primal, but at the end of the day its always individual.

With the growth that we are constantly manifesting, there is rest that must follow. And with that acknowledgment we grasp to the needed selfishness. Courage is the core to self-care, it take a strong person to have a heart-to-heart with themselves. Because when you take the time to observe your emotions you obtain the truth.