Coming Home to Healing

I’ve always known that our bodies and minds are capable of healing. It’s a truth that feels ancient—something I carry in my DNA, or perhaps wisdom passed down from past lives. For much of my life, though, I didn’t understand why I believed this so deeply. Before my awakening, I would quietly tuck those thoughts away, alongside all the other beliefs that didn’t seem to fit the world I was raised in. It wasn’t something taught in my religion, nor spoken by anyone I knew, so I often wondered if I was simply imagining things.

When I finally began to see and feel more clearly—to open myself to all the possibilities—energy and sound healing found me. It felt like a missing piece of myself had clicked into place. I dove into Reiki and embraced every sound bath I could. For the first time, I felt deeply grounded and whole.

Then, life called me into a long pause—a hiatus that lasted nearly three years. It wasn’t that I stopped believing in the healing path; I had simply lost belief in myself. Returning has been a journey, one of remembering and rebuilding from the inside out.

But I made it back.

And now, as I step forward again, both Golden Petal and I are transforming into what we were always meant to become.

It feels so good to be home.