Coming Home

Last week, I sat for a journey of my own.

I have had many guides. I have guided many others. But something about this one said, very clearly, go alone.

So I laid on my own mat, in my living room and journeyed into the night.

What I usually call that familiar fear or "nerves", and what I now understand as reverence, softened quickly. In its place came vivid imagery, then tears. And then the feeling I know so well. Coming home.

Back to myself. My clearest, truest, most alive version.

I am endlessly grateful that I know this place inside myself. That I have cultivated it, honored it, returned to it over many years. That I know how to find my way back when life gets loud and confusing.

Gratitude is the closest word I have, though it doesn't quite touch it. I am usually moved to tears by the miracle of being here at all. Living in this body. This temple. Getting to do the work I do. Living my dharma. Knowing people deeply. Guiding while learning, always.

It all feels like a vast, mysterious, joyful miracle. How did I end up here?

And then, as always, honesty arrives.

Honesty about the ways I stray. The habits I can let go of. The nourishment I need more of (looking at you vegetables ;). The apologies I still owe. This is truth. And truth is everything.

After many years as a therapist, I am convinced of this: much of what we call dis-ease, emotional or physical, comes from not living in alignment with our truth. There is no bullshitting your own soul. We cannot fake it until we make it here. Incoherence shows up eventually in the body, in relationships, in the shape of a life that feels off.

Most of us were never taught how to come home.

Many of you have heard me quote Maria Sabina: “You are the medicine.” I return to it because it is unmistakably true. Everything you need is already here, beneath the fear, the patterns, the noise. Nothing is missing.

This journey left me feeling clear. Clear in my head. Clear in my heart. Clear on my why.

If you don't know me yet, I'm not your average therapist. I've been a lifelong rule follower. Well-trained. Careful. Contained. And then life kept asking more of me.

Now I meet people in life itself. I travel to my clients. I've met their families. Held their babies. Attended their weddings. Walked with them through divorces. Sat on the floor with them in unthinkable losses.

I've been there at the birthing of businesses. In moments of power being reclaimed. In the instant someone finally recognizes their own truth. This work doesn't live in an office. It lives in the day-to-day. In relationship.

The medicine always reminds me that everything meaningful comes through relationship. With ourselves. With each other. With life itself.

If you're between chapters, letting things settle, or simply listening inward right now, know that timing matters here. There is no pressure to move quickly or to know what's next.

And if you're getting acquainted with this work from a distance, that is welcome too. This practice was designed to meet people exactly where they are.

If there's ever something you want clarity on, care, readiness, or what working together might look like, you're always welcome to reach out. I'll guide you from there.

With heart,

Clare