Heather Yalin Healing

14/06/2026

On motherhood through the age of yoga cults, spiritual hierarchy, abuse & other unsavory things.

Disclosure isn't just about aliens; it's about seeing the things we didn't want to see.

I write and share this with a heavy heart.

Motherhood, voice, spiritual hierarchy, cults, and choosing yourself

15/05/2026

In this wild age of information + transformation where all is accelerating, we need a strong heart field.

When the heart comes online, we no longer absorb the the junk energy around us.

We are able to set the tone and uplift others rather than being dragged down.

Open the Heart mini retreat is a nourishing evening to expand the electromagnetic field of the heart.

Through breathwork, meditation, journaling, intention setting, we’ll stabilize the nervous system.

As we raise our baseline, we are able to dream big, receive fully & radiate from a place of fulfillment rather than lack + fear.

Friday, May 22
5:30-7:30
Register: https://momence.com/43337/upcoming-events/135030093

10/05/2026

This little one—me—carried within her the seed of a mother.

Full article: https://heatheryalin.substack.com/p/baptized-in-love

Sparked from Divine Mother, born of her earthly mother—this little one was born from an egg produced when her mother was but a 4-month fetus within her grandmother’s womb.

As a child, I knew there would be three, or I spoke three children into existence.

Motherhood, for me, is one of the truest, rawest, most devoted things I have ever done. It was part of what I came here to do.

Motherhood has continually fine tuned my ability to—not only hear/sense my next step but more importantly—listen and follow through (…eventually. Yes, I procrastinate too).

Life is a series of lessons on compromise. What that really means is to prioritize.

We often talk of our lives as a series of sacrifices, like martyrs.

But we get to choose. Choose wisely.

You can’t choose wisely on the level of mind only. The intellect must be corrected and attuned, and the innermost compass of the heart heard and adhered.

I can’t think of motherhood without blessing my own mother.

In absence and longing, she has been one of my greatest teachers. I was so tied up in wanting what I didn’t have that I was unable to appreciate, sense, or know her.

I was 14 when she left her body at 42—after her being sick for some downright formative years.

For much of that time, I was disallowed being in her presence—the only place I really wanted to be. In a way, she needed to channel all her love and grief into herself.

Looking outward at her children—the void she was leaving, the responsibility she could not assume and the guilt for not assuming it—caused too much heartbreak in the depths of an already breaking heart.

Plus I had this nervous system habit of being so whelmed with happiness to be around her when she was feeling somewhat well that, when I was taken away, I’d go into fits of puking. (Aw, my little love.) There’s a poetic sense here since her barf bowl was such a central pivot in our lives.

Choice. Dear one, you get to be here.

You get to know the ache and the joy, the dark and the light, the blood and the tears of what it feels like to be baptized in Love.

22/04/2026

When being quiet and noticing is not only enough, but exactly what’s needed to move you forward.

Sense-based meditation on being human:
https://heatheryalin.substack.com/p/where-the-wild-things-are

20/04/2026

Windy, vibrant, real life.

Getting fully back online isn’t about being on the internet.

It’s simply coming home to you.

Blessings 🩷

19/03/2026

Last night I woke with the memory so true, so unforgettable. I should have written it down; I knew somewhere in my body I’d remember it.

And yet… It’s like a figment, a dream, ethereal, somehow mostly out of reach.

We can experience what we couldn’t possibly know of the universe through the senses.

The subtlest sense, smell, carries hidden information. Sometimes we’re not even aware of the smell, you know, pheromones.

Smell is the sense associated with the first chakra, Muladhara, earth energy. Memory.

Long-storaged memory, pre-memory. Before we could actually know it, somehow the scent is there—making an ethereal sense to us.

Stay with the subtleties of scented light. See where it leads, what you remember.

17/03/2026

A little reflection today for me and my grandpa, who passed long ago now.

I remember him being jolly, laughing a lot, and tearing up a lot too. In an era where all the adults and my whole family remained stolid, my grandpa felt so real—authentic, real.

Late at night while everyone else was asleep, we’d raid the cookie jar. Mint Milanos. The cookie jar always full.

He had a sweet tooth. I had a sweet tooth, and being his accomplice was a dream come true for both of us.

Love in its purest form looks like time given, tears unhidden, and a heart that believed in me before I knew how to.

For me, his legacy is in its simplicity. He loved his family, and he showed it.

His cup poured over with love and care. The joy and the tears, a little mischief, devotion, patience, and so much innocence.

Not hiding the tears or who you are, trusting it’s all working out, and playing, keeping the wonder alive.

Those are some of the gifts I’ve received from my grandpa.

More here: https://heatheryalin.substack.com/p/the-man-who-wrote-me-letters