HEART & OM

09/07/2026

✨ A little HEART & OM update ✨

Over the years, Heart&Om has been such a meaningful part of my journey a space where I’ve shared Reiki, healing, connection, and so much of what I’ve learned along the way.

But as I’ve grown and evolved, so has the way I share my work. 🤍

I’ve found myself naturally moving toward sharing more of my journey, my healing, spirituality, and the many layers of becoming me through my personal page, Shannon DeMelo, and my Goddess Moriah page.

So while this page may be quieter moving forward, I’m not disappearing. ✨

If you’d like to stay connected with me, follow my Reiki work, book a session, or simply continue along on this journey with me, you can find me here:

🌿 Shannon DeMelo — my personal page, where I share life, healing, reflections and everything in between.

🌙 — my Instagram space for the Divine Feminine, spirituality, self-discovery, embodiment, shadow work and the deeper journey of coming into your own power.

You’re welcome to connect with me through either page, and of course, you can always reach out to me directly if you’re interested in Reiki or working with me.

Heart&Om may have been where this chapter began, but the journey has continued to unfold into something so much bigger.

And I’d love for you to come along with me. 🤍✨

06/05/2026

This was amazing! And so much shifted for me in regards to my mediumship after this session. That's why it's always worth it to go with the flow and be open to new things because you never know what gifts it may bring.

Yesterday I experienced the most unique session thus far.

One of my clients today brought in a very sentimental photo that was very special to her and kindly asked if I would be open to seeing what I got from the photo.

Now this is not something I have done before, reading the energy of an object or from a photo.

But I was open to the experience and trusted that spirit would guide me and deliver the messages or imprints that needed to be shared and it was ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!!

When you trust yourself and your intuition the universe and spirit will always come through!

I am so honored to have been given the opportunity to grow within my craft and I am so proud of myself for accepting the challenge.

Beautiful beautiful day of healing and growth!

05/25/2026

Lately I’ve gone quiet in a lot of ways.

I’m not really attending circles, sessions, or group healing spaces right now.

Not because I think they’re bad or unhelpful… but because I think I’ve spent so many years searching outside of myself for answers, clarity, reassurance, and healing that somewhere along the way I stopped fully listening to me.

And honestly? I think I’m tired.

Tired of constantly processing
Tired of over-explaining myself.
Tired of looking for someone else to confirm what I already feel deep down.

For the last five years I’ve brought so much to the surface. Old wounds, patterns, grief, anger, fear, abandonment, softness, strength… all of it.

And now I feel like I’m in a season where I need to sit with everything that’s come up instead of continuously reaching for more.

I need quiet.
I need stillness.
I need my own energy.

I want to hear my own thoughts before the opinions of others shape them.
I want to feel my emotions fully before they’re analyzed.
I want to trust my own intuition without validation first.

I think healing can sometimes become so loud that we forget there’s also healing in solitude. In slowing down. In stepping back. In simply being with yourself long enough to remember who you are underneath all the noise.

So that’s where I’m at lately.
Not hiding.
Not giving up.
Just being home to myself.

There’s something really powerful about being your own safe space.

05/03/2026

Some days, I just want to go on autopilot.

Because honestly… it feels easier.

Just get through the day.
Get through the week.
Get through the month.
Hell even the year.

And I’ve lived like that more times than I’d like to admit.

Did it serve a purpose? Yes.

Autopilot protected me when I needed it.
It got me through moments that could have
broken me.

But it also kept me guarded.
It numbed me out.

And it kept me from experiences that could have helped me grow and heal.

If you’re a mom, you probably get it.
There are seasons where it’s just “push through.”

Push through today.
Push through this week.
Push through the school year.

You do what needs to be done—but you disappear somewhere in the process.

And I’ve realized… that way of living doesn’t serve
me anymore.

Autopilot doesn’t support my healing—it delays it.
It keeps my patterns alive.

The ones that feel safe… but quietly sabotage me.

Because the truth is, I know what I want.

I’ve made the plans.

“I’ll wake up earlier.”
“I’ll journal.”
“I’ll meditate.”
“I’ll take care of myself.”

And then life happens…

And it’s so easy to choose sleep.
To rush.
To do the bare minimum.
To check out.

I used to wake up at 5am.

I used to pour into myself before the world got
a piece of me.

And somewhere along the way...I stopped.

Not because I’m lazy.
But because there were parts of my life…
and myself… I didn’t want to face.

So I numbed out.

And autopilot became my saving grace.

And I can be grateful for that version of me.
She got me through.

But I don’t want to just get through my life anymore.

I want to be in it.
I want to trust myself.
To follow through for myself.
To stop being the one who lets me down.

Because let’s be honest…

It’s so easy to say “I’ll start next week.”
“Tomorrow.”
“New year, new me.”

And then we don’t.

And slowly, we train ourselves that our own words don’t mean much.

That we don’t need to show up.
That it’s okay to abandon ourselves.

But it’s not.

Because when you’re the only one holding yourself accountable…

You’re also the one being disappointed.
The one being let down.
The one being left behind.

And that hits different when you really see it.

So this is me choosing differently.

Messy. Imperfect. But intentional.

Because I know I’m not the only one
who has started and stopped,
promised and postponed,
dreamed and then disappeared on herself.

But I’m done disappearing.

03/22/2026

Last week I had an experience that really got me reflecting.

It was a bit chilly that night, and I wasn’t wearing the coat I had brought. I stood outside with some friends, quietly shivering, trying to ignore it. Another woman who had joined us noticed and made an off-color comment:

“Of course she’s cold… she’s got no meat on her bones.”

I was caught off guard.
Honestly, I was offended but more than that, I didn’t know how to respond.

Do I laugh it off?
Do I say something sharp?
Do I just walk away?

Instead, I said, “It’s called the trauma diet.”
And the truth is… it is.

Over the past two years, I’ve experienced both skinny-shaming and the glamorization of being “thin.” I’ve had women project their own relationships with their bodies onto mine, and I’ve had a doctor compliment how “good” I looked until he understood the cost of how I got there.

What struck me most is how normalized it is to comment on someone’s body when it fits a certain narrative. Because if it had gone the other way if someone had said, “Of course she’s not cold… look at all that meat on her bones” we all know that wouldn’t land as a joke. It would be recognized immediately for what it is.

So why is this any different?

The truth is, you never know what someone’s body has carried, survived, or been shaped by. Not all weight loss is healthy. Not all thinness is freedom. And not all comments are harmless just because they’re said with a laugh.

Be careful what you praise.
Because sometimes the “goal” you’re admiring is someone else’s survival story.
And you don't truly know of what it took to get there.

03/08/2026

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02/27/2026

I needed this reminder today

I hope this reminds you too 🙏✨

The time that God called on me...

I didn't hear the call.

There was no aha moment.

An angel didn't come to me, to tell me I was being chosen to do something holy and of the highest honor.

I was not sent here a holy being from the light.

At that time for me...it wasn't a moment surrounded by light.

There was no light.
There was absence of light.
It was the darkest time of my life.

But something that is inside me, knew.

Instinctually, I knew what was to be done.

I was being given a gift.

The gift I was being given, was wrapped in tragedy and heartbreak.

Though, after being unveiled
It revealed the most beautiful sacred life.

I was being called, to RISE.

Called to guide.

Called to assist others as they transition.

Within this life, aswell as into the next.

Guiding souls is a sacred rite.

With sacred rituals.

To be done with the utmost of love dignity respect and honor.

During those dark times, I didn't see the blessing.

But I was being blessed.

I was called not only to receive a gift but to be giving a gift to the souls that I brace.

Miraculous in itself.

This level of service to others is a divine path.

It is my lifes purpose and my souls journey on this earth, in this life.

But my divinity, my light, emerged from darkness.

Having been forged through pain I had endured.

So when you too are in your darkest times,

Know you too are being called to RISE.

01/12/2026

How amazing are these hats made by
Stacey Gray at Spirit ‘n Ewe!