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The Fits and Starts of Getting Off the Ground as a Health Coach and Medicine Woman
Some days, my work feels like standing barefoot at the edge of a wide, wild field — heart open, offerings in hand — while the world rushes by, eyes on screens, chasing quick fixes + flashy promises.
I’m here holding space. Sharing what I know that helps people heal. Yes, tinctures and medicines and foods, but also thoughts, community, learning accountability and finding that sweet spot between discomfort and forward movement. The kind of healing that doesn’t come in a bottle or a box, but in breath. In slowing down and not only feeling your own body again, but learning to live and reclaim an embodied life.
And still — I’m talking into inboxes, into algorithms. Praying my voice lands somewhere soft.
Because, and oh do I know, trust doesn’t build overnight. Especially not online. Not in this culture. Not when people have been burned before by coaches, programs, “healers” who didn’t hold it right. Not in this age of prolific scammers and con artists.
And in real life? Sometimes it feels even harder. Local spaces don’t always know what to do with this work. People walk by, distracted. I wish they could feel the depth of what’s possible here.
