Since I was a little girl, I have always searched for home. For light. For sisterhood. I also yearned for a place inside myself, a nest to hold me and my connection with Spirit, no matter where I was or what I was going through.

Along the way, I rediscovered how, as a child, I felt at home in nature. Outside with the dirt, the animals, the rocks, the sky and stars, and the trees, my soul whispers, “This is the place I belong.”

I discovered another home in Kabbalah (the mystical tradition of Judaism). At one point, my husband and I packed up our four children and moved to live in the mountains of Israel for three years. My homecoming unfolded in the discovery of shamanism, yoga, and Reiki, among other practices, which I studied after attaining my master’s degree in Social Work.

I’ve come to believe that Mama Earth holds us all, and she has been tenderly and patiently holding onto parts of ourselves when we could not. Once we’ve reconnected our roots with hers and begin to nourish them, she returns these pieces into our care, close to our own hearts. From this place of remembering and wholeness, we connect with Spirit and rise.