07/01/2026
A little update from the woman who keeps the kettle warm and the healing table open. 🌾🤎
Life moves in seasons, and I have chosen to honour the one I am currently walking through.
I have accepted a regular job.
Not because I am leaving my work behind, but because I believe that a healer must also be cared for, rooted, and sustained.
I cannot pour into others if I do not first tend to my own spirit.
This choice allows me to continue doing what I love in a way that feels honest, intentional, and deeply aligned with my values.
It means I can keep the cost low and the healing high.
It means I can serve my community without sacrificing myself in the process.
My priority has never changed.
It has always been—and will always be—you.
The weary mothers.
The hardworking hands.
The aching backs.
The tired hearts.
The souls carrying grief, transition, growth, and hope all at once.
I do not believe healing is something to be sold in abundance.
I believe it is something to be shared carefully, respectfully, and only when it is truly needed.
I am not here for everyone.
And everyone is not meant for me.
I welcome those who are ready to receive.
Those whose bodies ask for gentleness.
Those whose energy longs to return home.
Those gathering the scattered pieces of themselves after life has asked too much of them.
These are my people.
This is my community.
And this is my medicine.
Though my hours are fewer and my calendar smaller, my attention is greater than ever before.
When you sit at my table, you will have all of me.
No rushing.
No exhaustion.
No divided energy.
Only presence.
Only intention.
Only care.
Moving forward, I will be accepting just 1–3 clients every two weeks.
This is how I preserve the heart of my practice.
This is how I ensure that every person who walks through my door leaves feeling seen, supported, and nurtured.
The village healer does not heal by doing more.
She heals by knowing when to rest, when to listen, and when to hold space for those who truly need her.
Thank you for trusting me.
Thank you for growing with me.
The fire is still lit.
The kettle is still warm.
And there will always be a place for those who arrive with open hearts and a genuine need for healing. 🌾🫖🤎
