THE BLOG
This is where I lay my heart down in words — the joy, the grief, the lessons, rituals and the little things that make this life sacred.
Sharing my stories with you is part of my healing.
And this one is especially close to my heart.
A while back, I wrote about the day I finally opened the curtains, the first small act that reminded me what light felt like.
This story picks up where that one left off. What came next. How I learne...
I’ve always known the word altar. Growing up in church, it carried a certain weight for me...formal, untouchable, a place you only approached in silence. For a long time, I stayed away from the word because what I was creating in my own life didn’t feel like that at all.
My first altar was nothi...
I’ve been offering back to the Earth for as long as I can remember, even before I knew what an offering was. I’d walk barefoot through the forest, run my hands across tree trunks like they were old friends, pour out the last sip of my tea into the soil with a quiet thank you. None of it was formal, ...
The Lions Gate portal rolled in like a thunderstorm this year. If you don’t know what that means, it’s an annual alignment where the Sun in Leo meets Sirius, the brightest star in the sky. People say it’s a time of clarity, expansion, renewal.
I don’t know all the cosmic details, but I do trust ...
Two years ago, I joined a dance challenge my health coaches were running. It was supposed to be fun—film yourself moving, share it, celebrate being alive in your body. It was just a 30-second clip on Instagram Stories, the kind that disappears after 24 hours.
What no one saw was how long it took...
Some mornings, I wake up and my head is already sprinting.
Not with clarity, not with inspiration — just loud, messy thoughts crashing over each other. Honestly, it feels like my brain got a head start and left the rest of me behind.
For years, mornings like this ruined me. I’d toss and turn, ...
Taking time off work wasn’t a simple decision for me. It felt like failure. Like I was walking away from everything I’d worked so hard to hold together. For years, I defined myself by how much I could carry — by the work I did, the people I supported, the way I kept going no matter what. So when ...
I’ve worked since I was sixteen.
Not just worked — hustled. Two jobs, always.
There was always more to do, more to earn, more to prove.
I built a life where being busy wasn’t just normal — it was my identity.
I worked in a CPA firm, trained students, managed my own book of clients. And becaus...
A new chapter for Blissful Being, with love from Shan
My soul sister Sheena casually suggested I start a blog. Just a soft comment in conversation. But my body felt it like thunder — a full-body FUCK YES. Not the kind of yes you overthink or wait on. The kind you feel in your bones before your bra...
