The Dance of Healing Generational Wounds
This past weekend, I returned to Mount Shasta for sacred ceremony. In the presence of powerful allies — seen and unseen — we were guided to decipher the truths stored deep in our beings, the ones that quietly shape our lives and, sometimes, our struggles.
I witnessed as people released lifetimes of holding. Tears flowed. Giggles radiated. Bodies moved in ways they hadn’t in years. Conversations unfolded that could only emerge in a space of deep trust.
Weaving power centers, from the belly button of Mexico—the sacred heart to the 3rd eye high in the mountains of Shasta—we wove together a sphere of love, trust, and harmony — a living container that makes room for the soul’s deepest work to unfold. Within that sphere, healing doesn’t feel like a solitary struggle. It becomes a shared journey.
Healing generational wounds can feel like an unreal, monumental task. In my own journey, I’ve often found myself asking: How long will this take? When will it end? How much more do I need to heal before I can truly move forward?
The truth is, there is no single finish line. This work moves in cycles, like the seasons — we return again and again to familiar patterns, each time with a little more awareness, a little more strength. Some layers dissolve quickly. Others take years, even lifetimes.
The hardest part of generational wound healing is that it’s not always clear what will happen or how it will unfold. As a practitioner, I don’t come in with a checklist. Instead, I tune into the energy that is most present in the moment. I listen — not only with my ears, but with my whole body — and I lean into the guidance of unseen allies who nudge me toward the questions that matter most.
It’s a fine dance.
Where is the pain?
What is the problem?
What is the sticky pattern that keeps being played out again and again?
Where, in the long thread of the generational line, is the experience caught?
Sometimes the answer rises like a wave. Sometimes it hides under layers of silence and protection, waiting for the right moment to be felt and released. My role is to create the space where that moment can arrive, safely and with love.
When we find relief from past wounds — whether they are generational, ancestral, or intergenerational — it’s like watching a rainbow appear after a week of storm and darkness.
The air feels different. The colors are brighter. There’s a part of us that wants to run toward that rainbow, to find where it begins, to touch the magic.
Healing opens that doorway. It lets the light in after years of clouds, and it invites us to see the world with new eyes — eyes of wonder, gratitude, and possibility.
I am opening 8 spaces for private consults for those who feel called to release the weight of the past and step into greater freedom, lightness, and choice.
If your heart feels the pull, reach out. Together, we can begin to unwind the patterns that no longer serve and invite the rainbow back into your life.
