Soma Landing

Soma Landing A soft place to land 🌿
IBCLC + Perinatal Support Practitioner
Supporting feeding, healing, and the transition into parenthood | Prince George, BC

I’ve been sharing a lot of flower pictures lately, and talking about the simple joy they bring to my life.These flowers ...
05/30/2026

I’ve been sharing a lot of flower pictures lately, and talking about the simple joy they bring to my life.

These flowers were given to me last weekend, in a moment of inner death and despair. A moment where I was asked to sit face to face with one of my deepest fears. A moment where I could not access my higher self, and had to ask for reassurance. For help.

I needed to know that even in the absolute depths of my darkness, and in the chaos of my unraveling, I could still be witnessed, and still be loved.

And there he was... with flowers.

Unraveling from fear is not graceful. 🤪 It is disorienting, humbling, and sometimes terrifying to allow ourselves to be seen there... stripped of certainty, composure, and control. And yet, there is something profoundly healing about being witnessed in our humanity. Not after we’ve cleaned it all up and put on a brave face, but while we’re still sitting in the mess.

Feeling the ache.
The shame.
The uncertainty.
The urge to run.

And choosing love anyway.

Whatever fears you’re holding onto… eventually, they will ask to be faced head on. And when they do, I hope you find the strength to stay open. I hope you allow yourself to be seen. And I pray that life shows you that even in the depths of your unraveling... there is love.

Maybe that’s why flowers have been bringing me so much happiness lately. Because in one of my darkest moments, they arrived as a reminder of hope. šŸ’

5 years ago, I was diagnosed with an ā€œincurableā€ autoimmune disease. And after a lot of floundering and looping in a fix...
05/23/2026

5 years ago, I was diagnosed with an ā€œincurableā€ autoimmune disease. And after a lot of floundering and looping in a fix-it pattern, I have come to understand that this diagnosis is, in some way, a gift… showing me where I have been suppressing parts of myself, and inviting me back into my truth.

I now believe that healing happens through learning to love all parts of myself and reclaiming my voice. And because of that, I am devoted to showing up and speaking from my heart as often as I can.

Business, to me, is simply an expression of self and service in the world. How limiting it would be to confine myself to one title, one role, one way of being.

When you come to me for care, you do not simply receive a lactation consultant.

You receive a sister. A mother. A woman who is fiercely remembering her power and reclaiming the truth of who she is. A survivor. A warrior. And also, a tender fellow human being who is feeling her way through life and returning to the truth of her heart, again and again.

You receive someone devoted to seeing you... not only the clinical scenario, but the human experience surrounding it.

I am a work in progress.

Sometimes I get scared and revert back to fearful thinking, certainty-seeking, and a black-and-white clinical mind. But lately, I’ve noticed that I continue to come back. I continue to return to my truth, my fullness, and the reason I was led to this work… and I root back into whole-person care.

A leader, and a learner.

I do not, and will not, have all of the answers. But I will always do my best to shine a light on the strengths I see in others, because I believe they are often the path home to our own inner authority… where so many of the answers we seek already exist.

I believe in our capacity to experience profound joy in this life. And I believe in the transformative power of pain.

I am learning that all emotions are here for us. That the more willing I am to meet the truth of each moment... even the messy, uncomfortable, deeply protective parts... the safer I feel to experience both grief and joy, fear and freedom, sorrow and love.

Perhaps… the challenges you’re experiencing are somehow here for you, too. ā¤ļø

Most of us carry a story about how breastfeeding is going to unfold long before we ever give birth.Throughout our lives,...
05/22/2026

Most of us carry a story about how breastfeeding is going to unfold long before we ever give birth.

Throughout our lives, we're exposed to other people's experiences. And when we attach to those stories, we can unintentionally claim them for ourselves. They become the beliefs our thoughts, feelings, and actions filter through... influencing how we prepare, how we respond to challenges, and what kind of support we allow ourselves to receive.

If you're pregnant and holding a story that breastfeeding will be difficult, or may not work out at all, I want to send you so much love. Because often, that is a protective part of you that desires to keep you safe. It doesn't want you to experience disappointment or struggle, and so it uses fear to keep you from fully investing in what you desire.

Simply by becoming aware of this part, and allowing it to be acknowledged, felt, and heard, without judging it, resisting it, or making yourself wrong for having it, you lessen its power over you and create space for a new belief to form.

A belief you choose from an intentional and sovereign place.

I see the fear. I understand why it is here. And I recognize that I no longer need it to lead. I choose to move toward the experience I desire, with support.

And from that place, you can begin taking aligned action toward the feeding experience you do want.

You gather information. You seek support before challenges arise. You prepare, not from fear that you'll fail, but from trust in your capacity to learn, adapt, and overcome.

Because while breastfeeding is beautifully instinctive and biologically normal, it doesn't always unfold effortlessly. And there is immense power in understanding how feeding works, protecting your belief in what is possible, and surrounding yourself with people who help you stay connected to your desires when things feel hard.

Challenges may still come. But instead of meeting them with, ā€œI knew this wouldn't work for me,ā€ you meet them with, ā€œThis is hard right now… and I am supported. I can learn. I can move through this.ā€

That is where new stories are born. ā¤ļø

05/20/2026

This doesn’t get talked about often enough, and because of that, so many new fathers are left feeling rejected, unsure of their role, or like they’re doing something wrong. You’re not.

In the early days, consistency is the path to connection.

And when you protect, support, empower, and celebrate the mother-baby attachment, you are not being pushed to the outside.... you are building the safety and stability that sits at the center of it all. Keep showing up.

It will come back to you tenfold.

05/14/2026

Join me on June 3rd and 10th at Soma Landing in Prince George BC for a comprehensive, engaging, and exciting Prenatal Infant Feeding Series, so you can enter this season feeling informed, empowered, and connected to support. Link in bio to learn more šŸ™

05/14/2026

Not for the faint of heart 🤪

05/13/2026

This year, on Mother’s Day, after being served breakfast in bed by my beautiful children, I had a moment to pause and ask myself what would truly make this day feel meaningful. If I’m honest, I feel deeply celebrated in my motherhood every single day through my connection with my children, and through a husband who prioritizes my ability to mother in a connected and supported way. There have been seasons in my life where I longed for validation through grand gestures, and others where I simply needed space away to recover from the weight of it all.
But this year, when I checked in with myself, I felt a very clear message arise: ā€œGo love the mothers.ā€ And specifically, the mothers I sensed may be carrying guilt or pain. I know this day can hold so much, and it’s no exception for the mothers living downtown. I knew this day mattered, and to me, they mattered too. All mothers matter. No matter what painful experiences our stories hold, we are portals of creation, and without our contribution, humanity would cease to exist. Mothers deserve to be loved, cared for, acknowledged, and protected. So I gathered some books from my shelf that once helped me find light in my own darkness. I stocked up on toiletries, journals, chocolate, and whatever else I could find. I wrote handwritten notes inside the books, and then I headed for the streets. I met three beautiful mothers. I took time to celebrate them, to acknowledge them, and to remind them that they matter. And truly… it was my best Mother’s Day yet. Next year, I’d love to invite others to join me, so that even more mothers can experience love, acknowledgment, and appreciation on a day that can hold so much. ā¤ļøšŸ™

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