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So honored to join my dear friend Laura Pifer on her beautiful podcast Feel. Peel. Thrive 🤍

We talked about the energy of our spaces - how our homes and places carry history, emotion, and influence us mentally, emotionally, and even physically.

You are your space, and your space is you.
When your environment supports you, growth becomes possible ✨

Thank you, Laura, for holding space for a conversation that’s often overlooked but deeply felt. It was truly an honor to be on your show.

🎧 Links in bio to listen

#FeelPeelThrive #EnergyOfSpace #HomeHealing #WellnessPodcast #grateful @feelpeelthrive

Brunch with Pete is always time well spent.

Some friendships travel with you across lifetimes.
This is one of them.

I met Pete back in 2013, long before I trusted this work…
long before I trusted myself.

At the time, I wasn’t ready.
So I walked away and kept choosing suffering instead.

Years later - when my world finally collapsed and “last resort” pushed me onto the path of healing - I found myself back in his orbit.

I didn’t believe it would work.
Nothing else ever had.

Fast forward 11 years.

The difference is almost indescribable.
And the road to get here? Painful. Brutal. Worth it.

I once asked him if there was a way to stop the process.
To shut it off because it was too hard.

He said no.

So the warrior in me got stronger.
I kept walking.
I kept choosing the better parts of myself.

Eventually, healing became remembering.

Not just doing the work - becoming the work.
The dreamer.
The visionary.
The healer I always was.

Pete didn’t do it for me.
I had to pick up the sword and face the dragons myself.

He simply reminded me I was capable.

Grateful beyond words for the teachers who walk beside us - not to save us, but to help us remember who we are.

Thank you, Pete.
Always.

✨🔥✨

#healer #becoming #remember #shamanism @the8thfire

“I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars.
I started listening to the teaching of my soul.” - Rumi ⭐️

Being human is a skill.
Not just surviving the current of life - but choosing how you stand in it.

We don’t chase love.
We don’t consume belonging.
We don’t wait to be completed.

When you meet yourself fully, hunger turns into power.
Attachment turns into choice.
And connection becomes rooted, not grasping.

This is the work.
This is the remembering.

Life stops being something you chase…and the ground from which you grow.

🗡️🔥

#human
#spiritualhealer
#shamanism
#grow

Waking up to -35C this morning, it’s hard to believe I was HERE just 2 weeks ago.

What a blessing & needed break from this long, cold, Canadian winter that was.

#Winter #vacation #Mexico #sunshine

My dearest friends - stop.

Stop the fearing.
Turn off the news.
Log out of social media.

Read novels.
Do the programs that help you - not the ones that quietly poison your nervous system.

Constantly focusing on division, hatred, and chaos doesn’t heal the world.
It feeds it.
And it keeps it alive inside you.

Posting opinions won’t change anything.
Action will.

When emotional energy has nowhere to go, it becomes stagnant.
Stagnant energy becomes toxic -
in the body, the mind, the heart.

You are all that matters in your world.
I am all that matters in mine.

By calming the discourse within ourselves, we add something healthier to the collective.
That’s how harmony returns.
That’s how the symphony retunes.

Choose nourishment over noise.
Choose embodiment over outrage.
Start with yourself.

❤️

#WarriorSpirit
#InnerStillness
#ChoosePresence
#EmotionalAlchemy
#GroundedNotNumb
#CollectiveHealing

Stepping away from routine - from the constant doing - is essential. Time away allows us to rest, to receive, to simply be. 🌿

And while I love fully immersing myself in being away from the usual rhythms of life, coming home always feels right.

As a medicine person, I carry my medicine with me wherever I go. I am never not deeply connected to Creator. Sacred space can be created anywhere. Yet there is something deeply grounding about returning to my healing space - being with my altar, my medicine bundles, the practices I tend every day. Their presence reconnects me on a deeper spiritual and energetic level.

Healing, spirituality, and medicine require practice and discipline. We are all human, walking our own paths through fear, grief, and growth. What matters is showing up - every day - not just when it’s convenient.

So while I step away from time to time, returning to the roots of my sacred work always feels like coming home.

This is my gift.
And I am deeply grateful. ✨

#medicines #medicineperson #healer #discipline #practice #balance #vacation #rest

And now for something completely different….

#cellist #gigs #wedding #canada #winterwonderland

That was epic. 🌴✨

After years of pouring everything into raising my two sons and rebuilding a life and career, this moment felt different. A tropical getaway, together, with family - something we’d never done before.

What a celebration.
What a milestone.
What a moment.

The first of many more to come. 💛

#Mexico #family #singlemother #motherofboys #sacred #blessed #vacation

When you’re my sons….you wake up at 6am while on vacation, to drive 3 hours to visit a 4000 year old Mayan temple (the only one you can still climb), meet with a Mayan Shaman, visit Mayan villages, and swim in a breathtaking cenote.

What a blessed day ☀️☀️☀️

Vacation vibes 2026 🌴✨

I used to be cautious about posting photos like this publicly - not because I was self-conscious, but because I’ve grown weary of the judgment, criticism, and narrow lenses through which others sometimes view healers. Expectations. Projections. Limited beliefs about what a healer should look like, how they should live, or how they should celebrate life.

But the truth is this:
This photo - and everything about it - is a testament TO healing.

It reflects the hard work.
The discipline.
The courageous life choices.
The long months and years of dedication to real growth and tangible change.

All of that lives here.
In this celebration.
In this joy.
In this moment of refusing to fit inside definitions that were never meant to contain or define me.

Healing is not about shrinking yourself to make others comfortable.
It’s about becoming more - more alive, more grounded, more honest, more free.

It takes dedication.
It takes work.
And yes - it’s absolutely doable if you truly want it.

At 48, my saga as a healer - as someone who has walked through the fires, faced the dragons, and chosen growth again and again - rings truer than ever.

This isn’t just a vacation.
This is lived medicine.
This is earned joy.
This is healing, embodied.

Sister hangs in Mexico just hit different ☀️🌴☀️🌴☀️

Growing up, my parents took us on family trips every single year - but they were rooted in family: cottages, ancestral homes, reunions, places where history lived in the walls. We never really “vacationed” in the modern sense of what people do today. No resorts. No turquoise-water postcards. And oh…how I used to wish we had.

Now, here I am. Mexico 2026.

This Wednesday marks one year since my father’s passing. Being here
- experiencing this kind of vacation - with my 80-year-old mother and sister, means more than I can put into words. Time feels fragile now. Precious. Every shared laugh, every warm breeze, every moment of ease feels like a quiet miracle.

And then there’s this part that still takes my breath away:
My two boys - raised by a single mother, day by day, grit by grit - are here too. They get to experience the majesty and joy of this place alongside their grandmother and aunt. Three generations. Sunlight, memory, love, and presence all woven together.

It’s a blessing beyond anything my mind could have imagined.
Not flashy. Not perfect. But deeply, achingly meaningful.

Some dreams wait a long time to arrive.
And when they do, they arrive wrapped in gratitude.

#mexico
#singlemother
#believe
#familytime

When you are on vacation in MEXICO… but land a client for your incredibly talented friend William Bloom back in OTTAWA…because you are a walking bilboard for his breathtaking work as a tattoo artist✨✨✨

Oh the magic of art…

Rest and play are not luxuries.
They are medicine. 🌿

Even spiritual healers, visionaries, and energy workers need moments of softness, laughter, and deep rest.
The soul replenishes in joy as much as in stillness.

Honor your cycles.
Refill your well.
Your light shines brighter when it’s nourished. ✨

#rest
#play
#shaman
#vacationmode
#mexico

But first….Mexico!!

☀️🌴☀️

#2026vibes
#familytime

This year though 🥰

#newconsciousness
#newenergy

Happy New Year to all ✨

May we move forward open to receiving all that is to come - with gentle hearts, clear minds, and open eyes.

May we meet the year with courage and kindness, wisdom and wonder,
and may each step forward be guided by grace, wisdom, and strength.

Wishing you peace, growth, and blessings in the year ahead. ��🥂🍾🥂

Entering this holiday season, my home was anything but merry. A household taken down by the flu, running on empty after a full year of everything, and caring for a sick animal - my holiday feelings were about as festive as they come.

And yet…this year mattered deeply.

It’s the first Christmas since my father’s passing. It’s also the final Christmas as we know it with both my boys home, before my eldest spreads his wings and moves permanently to the United States. That reality alone made me want to pause, breathe, and choose intention over exhaustion. I wanted this season to be memorable. I wanted to honour the traditions that anchor us.

So, despite baking being neither my strength nor my preference, I showed up for the traditions I hold sacred.
Once a year, without fail, I make Dutch Bankets - almond pastries I used to bake alongside my late grandmother. They’re more than food. They’re memory, lineage, love, and continuity. They’re my way of keeping the past gently alive while moving forward.

This year, I was especially grateful not to do it alone. Sharing the kitchen with my dear friend Pamela Oliver made everything lighter, brighter, and filled with laughter. The kind of companionship that reminds you joy can exist even in tired moments.

This season hasn’t been perfect - but it’s been real, meaningful, and full of heart. And honestly, that feels like the greatest gift of all. ❤️🎄❤️

A walk in the woods to honor and remember those we have lost.
Spirit plates left for those we love.
Offerings made in gratitude - for all that we have learned, for what we no longer need to carry, and for all that we are welcoming in the days, months, and year ahead.

These sacred moments remind us of what we are grateful for, those we cherish, and our deep connection to Great Spirit, to God, and to those who walk - and fight - for His path and purpose on this Earth.

May this holiday season remind us how blessed we are, how deeply we love, and how brightly our light can shine through the darkness of this world.

Merry Christmas from our hearts and home, to yours🎄✨❤️

Happy Holiday blessings to all!! May this sacred smudge cleanse & welcome new energy of love, joy and prosperity to all ❤️🙏🏻🎄

Today is the first day of your life.

Harness your wants, your energy, your desires.
Focus your mind, your eyes, your vision, your beliefs - forward.

Yesterday happened; its time is over.
It does not need to define today, tomorrow, or the rest of your life.

You are the master of your fate, the captain of your soul.

Steer toward the rising light.

Forward. Always forward.

Some bonds are born of a deeper connection - one that exists beyond time and space - reminding us that family is not always defined by blood, but by the souls that recognize and choose one another.

A beautiful afternoon spent with an even more beautiful person ✨

@maddie.sze

Be still, my heart. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

One of my favourite violin concertos - Barber’s - shared with one of my favourite humans, Lynda Heyden-Carroll.

I had never heard violinist Augustin Hadelich perform before, but wow. Just…wow. He did not disappoint. Nor did the National Arts Centre Orchestra under the direction of the incoming Music Director, John Storgårds.

It was a truly heartfelt performance - mastery, emotion, and musicality woven together in perfect harmony. An unforgettable evening.

https://johnstorgards.com
https://augustinhadelich.com/en

Yesterday filled my heart in ways I didn’t realize I needed at the time 🙏❤️

A huge thank you to Catherine Landry and @sheshopslocalottawa for hosting such a special women’s networking lunch event - one that felt deeply close to my heart and soul. It was an opportunity to reset, unwind, connect, and celebrate the land and each other, together on the beautiful grounds of @madahokifarm (https://madahoki.ca/).

The event was graciously hosted by Madahoki-inspired founder & visionary Trina Mather Simard, whose vision brings people together through land-based learning, cultural sharing, and community connection.
Madahoki Farm welcomes local, national, and international visitors seeking “meaningful, authentic Indigenous experiences - at their own pace,” and yesterday was a perfect reflection of that spirit.

One of the most powerful moments of the day was the offering of a sacred smudging ceremony led by Kicknosway Apatchitwane Elaine.
It set the tone for grounding, healing, and presence - a gentle reminder of the importance of ceremony, gratitude, and connection to Spirit as we walk our paths.

From the land-based education and appreciation nature walks, to meeting the majestic Ojibway Spirit Horses, to the warmth of the fires, the delicious Indigenous cuisine and cedar tea… every moment felt like medicine for our weary and often disconnected bodies and souls.

And as if the day wasn’t already nourishing enough, I also walked away with two beautiful new pieces of Indigenous jewelry from artists I hadn’t known yet:
✨ A stunning pair of beaded earrings by Shawna of Studio Sweetgrass (https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/StudioSweetgrass)
✨ Crow-feather earrings by Rebecca Maracle (https://rebeccamaracle.com)

…along with a few meaningful items I’ve been wanting for a while: a drum beater for my buffalo hide drum, and a new medicine bag. My heart is full. 🤍

Thank you again, Catherine, She Shops Local (https://sheshopslocal.ca/events/), Trina, Elaine, and Madahoki Farm for creating space, community, and connection - and for reminding us of the importance of land, story, spirit, and sisterhood.

🌿💛🔥🪶

Where Warrior Hearts Awaken

I’m stepping into the woman I was always meant to be —
and with her comes a love that feels stronger, truer, unshakeable.

Not born from fear.
Not from longing.
Just pure being.

What’s shifting isn’t who I love —
it’s how I love.

Something ancient in me is remembering.
A lineage in my blood:
Shieldmaiden. Valkyrie. Guardian of warriors.

I don’t love from grasping or need.
I love from presence —
from the steadiness that lets a man rise into who he truly is.

My gift has never been ownership.
It’s recognition.

To see his courage and his wounds.
To honour both.
To hold space for the warrior and the tender human beneath the armour.

This spacious, non-grasping love?
It’s one of my callings.

I don’t keep the warriors who cross my path —
I help them remember.
Recalibrate.
Return to the fire they thought they lost.

And witnessing a man awaken to himself —
there is no greater honour.

Because from that remembering comes inner safety.
And from that safety comes presence.
Strength.
Truth.

This is real love.
Not consuming.
Not distorted.
Not attachment disguised as affection.

But love that restores.
Liberates.
Honours.
Transforms.

Love as God intended.

To every warrior whose path meets mine —
for a moment, a season, or a lifetime —
may you remember:

You are strong.
You are worthy.
Your warrior is not lost.
Only waiting to be remembered.

⚔️❤️‍🔥⚔️

Walk deeper into the fire with me.
New blog now live:
✨ www.bethsturdevant.com/post/where-warrior-hearts-awaken ✨

Photo credit to my dear friend and extraordinary artist @icebloom_ottawagothicdesigns whose vision, craftsmanship, and artistry brought the armor, makeup, and the entire spirit of this image to life.

A special acknowledgement to my friend John, whose courageous service in our military and powerful presence added depth and meaning to this humbling photoshoot from years past.

I am deeply grateful for you both 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

#warrior #spirit #remember #love #creator

Today I had the absolute pleasure of chatting with the incredible local artist Drew Bernard, fresh off his show opening at Citizen, where his artwork will be showing until January.
Citizen, 207 Gilmore Street, Ottawa
www.towncitizen.ca
www.drewbernard.ca

If you’re able, go see it. Truly.

Somehow memory eluded me that Drew’s father, Ian Bernard, was the principal timpanist of the National Arts Centre Orchestra - playing and touring alongside my own father and mother for years. And whose father’s own woodworking skills grace our home with dining room furniture he once crafted for my parents - beautiful pieces we gathered around and feasted on with family and friends over many years.

Art really is the most honest map of our lives - quietly weaving us together often in ways we don’t even consciously understand.

And as if the web wasn’t already magical enough, I found out today that Drew also worked with my dear friend and phenomenal artist Mahshid Farhoudi - whose son I had the honour of teaching cello to for years. Her breathtaking artwork, lovingly exchanged for lessons, still hangs in my home (see attached photos)…a daily reminder of the sacred reciprocity between artists.

Art is the blood that runs through our veins.
It’s the living thread that connects our hearts to the creative fire of our souls.

In a world that feels increasingly tech saturated and disconnected, I feel profoundly blessed to be surrounded by people who continue to keep this sacred fire lit - who remind me that harmony, unity, and inspiration still pulse all around us, waiting to be shared.

Here’s to the artists, the storytellers, the lineage-bearers…and to the beautiful ways our paths continue to cross. ❤️🔥🎶 @mahshid_farhoudi_art

There comes a point in life where you look back and realize how much of your story is built from the paths you chose…and the ones you didn’t.
The people you lost…and the ones you held on to.
The things you did…and the things you were too afraid to do.

In my work as a shaman, guiding people home in their final breaths, I see the same truth every time:

At the end, all we want is to resolve our regrets and return to love.

Not romantic love.
Not “you complete me” love.
But the pure, unconditional kind - the way a parent loves a child simply because they exist.

Every choice we make either brings us closer to that love or farther from it.

The hard part is choosing not to be a victim of what happened, and instead picking up our sword and moving forward with an open heart.

Because true love - the real love - forgives without needing a reason, sees beyond the darkness, and understands what words never can.

And our purpose in this life?
To not just seek that love…
but to become it.

❤️

#love #warriorpath #warriorway #nofear #noregrets #shaman #seeker

One Year Without Odin 💔

For some people, he was “just a dog.”
But for those who knew him, Odin was so much more.
For us, he was family — a guardian, a companion, a quiet healer who seemed to know exactly what each of us needed before we did.

Odin came into our lives after an event that shook the very foundation of our safety. As a single mother, my instinct to protect my boys runs deep; it is both duty and devotion. But that moment taught me that even warriors need allies. We needed more than vigilance. We needed presence. We needed heart.

So we went looking for a dog.

When my boys met the litter of puppies, they each tried to decide which one to bring home. And then, in the most unassuming way, a little puppy — who we thought was a girl named Roxy — climbed into my son’s lap and simply refused to leave. There was no hesitation, no question. Just calm knowing.

We took (her) home.

Later that day, the breeder called to explain that there had been a mix-up — that the puppy we had chosen wasn’t Roxy at all, but a male. She asked if we wanted to come back to exchange him.

We didn’t even need to think about it.
Odin had already chosen us.

From that day forward, Odin taught us more about love than words ever could. He held space for us in ways only a soul like his could — steady, protective, and deeply attuned. Through moves, challenges, and the ever-changing rhythm of life, he was a constant heartbeat in our home.

I have loved many animals over the years, but Odin was different. There was something ancient and knowing in his eyes — a wisdom that seemed to whisper, “You’re safe now.”

It’s been a year since he crossed the threshold into the spirit world, and not a day passes that I don’t feel his absence in the stillness of our home that he once guarded so faithfully.

Today we honor him by spreading his ashes and leaving a spirit plate of treats and food in one of his favorite places to walk and play with my boys.

To say we miss him does not do it justice.
Odin was, and always will be, family.

December 2, 2016 - November 8, 2024

The cello is the heart made audible.
Its strings the veins through which feeling flows, its body the chamber where sorrow and love echo until they become one.

❤️

#cello #music #soul

“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.”
- Walt Whitman

Even the smallest blades of life carry the same sacred fire that burns within the stars.

When we slow down long enough to listen - to the rustle of leaves, the pulse of the earth beneath our feet - we remember that we, too, are part of this Universal cosmic rhythm.

Every breath, every choice, every step on this path is the universe moving through us.

🍁Walk gently.
🍁Live fiercely.
✨Remember the stars within the grass.

✨When it comes to love — or any relationship — do you know the difference between what you want and what you need?

We often confuse the two.
We chase what we want, thinking it’s what we need — expecting others to fill the spaces we haven’t yet learned to fill within ourselves.

But true connection isn’t born from need.
It’s born from wholeness.
From two souls choosing to meet — not to complete each other, but to expand together.

The soul doesn’t long to be completed.
It longs to be seen, understood, and met in its wholeness.
And that begins within. 💫

#Healing #Relationships #SpiritualGrowth #WarriorSpirit #SelfDiscovery #Wholeness

Not all witches wear black 😘

Happy Halloween!!

Before the show Sound check with Johnny Marcus at the helm, is always so much fun!! He helps make the monitor and sound on stage magical 🔥 The Espionage Orchestra Rebecca Noelle Michael Curtis Hanna

Some days I’m a cellist, channeling emotion through strings.
Other days, a healer — tuning energy instead of notes.
A business owner.
A Shaman.
A visionary.
A writer.
An adventurer.
A warrior.

Each role a different expression of the same essence — the balance of masculine and feminine energies that fuel creation. ⚔️🌙

It takes work.
It takes rest.
It takes everything in between.

Forever grateful for the gift of living a life that lets me create, serve, and evolve. 💫

#TheWarriorSpirit #ArtistOfLife #BalanceInAction #HealerAndWarrior #Cellist #ShamanicPath #CreativityAndFlow #Gratitude #FeminineAndMasculine #PathOfTheWarriorSpirit

✨🎻 Last night was a double feature kind of evening — from the passion and storms of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons to the sequined joy of ABBA’s greatest hits, all by candlelight in beautiful Kingston, Ontario.

Before the lights dim and the bows hit the strings, there’s a whole other world behind the scenes — musicians tuning (and re-tuning 😅), last-minute wardrobe fixes, caffeine-fueled pep talks, and plenty of laughter. What you see on stage is pure magic — but the moments before are full of chaos, camaraderie, and a whole lot of love for what we do.

What makes it all so special is the joy of sharing the stage with such amazing women — my dear friends violist Sonya Probst, violinists Galina Rezaeipour, and Alla Perevalova. Every note feels alive when we play together — full of laughter, energy, and connection.

A special shoutout to Galina Rezaeipour for the herculean feat of performing all four of Vivaldi’s violin concertos in one night — an incredible display of artistry, focus, and endurance 🎻🔥.
She played them beautifully.

It’s always an honour and pure joy to bring music — from the classics to the disco lights — to life under the warm glow of candles. 🌹

@candlelight.concerts

@probstsonya
@galinarezaei

Another Beautiful Property Healing ✨

This week, we had the privilege of offering a full property healing and space clearing in a lovely 2,000 sqft family home in Barrhaven (Ottawa). The family had just moved in and wanted to begin their new chapter in peace and harmony — especially knowing that the previous owners had gone through a difficult divorce.

It’s always such a gift to support families in creating homes that truly feel like theirs — spaces that are light, balanced, and energetically aligned with love, connection, and renewal.

I’m deeply grateful for my incredible Property Healing & Space Clearing associate, Lynda Heyden-Carroll, who performed this healing. 🌿

Lynda has been practicing this sacred medicine work for over 15 years and is known as one of Ottawa’s most trusted and reputable healers. Her intuitive gifts, grounded wisdom, and gentle yet powerful energy bring such profound transformation to every home she touches.

I’m truly honored to have Lynda on our team at Property Healing Ottawa, and to share her energy, her gifts, and her beautiful spirit with our clients.

Here’s to new beginnings, peaceful homes, and the energy of love taking root in every corner. 🕊️

Fall harvest feast, family & friends.

Some new seats were empty, while others full. This is the ebb and flow of our lives and the continual circle of evolution.
These are the moments to be present in and grateful for 🙏🏻

Thank you Great Creator, for bringing us all together and reminding us of what truly matters today.

✨❤️✨

The Flow of Becoming

Much like nature,
I’ve lived many seasons —
vegan and carnivore,
warrior and victim,
believer and skeptic,
liberal and conservative,
healer and wounded one.

Life ebbs. Life flows.
We are not meant to stay the same.

When we harden against time,
clinging to what was,
we lose the gift of what is.

Nature reminds us —
truth moves like water.
It doesn’t force.
It carries.
It cleanses.
It knows the way.

To go against nature
is to go against ourselves.
For the same current
that turns seed to tree
flows through our very veins.

Let go of the reins.
Let the river take you.
You are not lost —
you are becoming.

#becoming #nature #flow #letgo #shaman #healer #spiritual #creator #god

There’s a sacred stillness that lives in the early hours of morning—before the hum of life begins, when nature still rests and the world is quiet.

This is when I rise.
Not to do, but to be.

I sit in silence and allow myself to feel—the energies within me and around me, the pulse of the world itself. The grief, the exhaustion, the yearning, the hope. It isn’t meditation. It’s presence.

Emotions aren’t tangible things, but they are real. They’re energy—unmet needs trying to find balance. Our reactivity is often just a child within us asking to be seen. When we allow emotion to pass through us instead of claiming it as truth, we begin to see, and feel, more clearly.

When we set down our sword of retribution and shield of protection and simply feel, we help the energy of the world move. We release what is heavy.

We may live separate lives, but we are not separate in consciousness. There is no us and them—only we.

Each of us is a single drop in the vast ocean of collective energy. And we are responsible for the purity of the waters we contribute to.

So, I sit.
I breathe.
I feel.
And I let the heaviness go—so that what remains can be peace.

🌙 🌊✨

#justbe #emotions #meditation #world #peace #within #warrior #spirit #feelings

These days they are inspiring. Mother Nature always shows us what matters most 🍁🍂🍃#nature #autumn #fall #beautiful

We imagine warriors on battlefields—blood, sweat, and sacrifice. But the greatest battles rarely happen there. They happen within the heart.

The warrior spirit is not just about resilience or strength. It is the refusal to surrender when others try to steal our voices, when the world whispers that our thoughts are unwanted or unworthy. It is the relentless choice to keep showing up, even when the odds are stacked against us.

And perhaps the fiercest battle of all is the fight to be unconditionally accepted, and loved.

From childhood, many of us are taught that love must be earned: behave, achieve, conform—then you’ll be worthy. These scripts sink deep, making us believe that connection comes with conditions.

But true love is different. Unconditional love sees us as we are—messy, flawed, beautiful—and stays anyway. And yet, this kind of love requires the warrior to fight differently. Not with conquest, but with courage of another kind:

✨ The courage to be vulnerable.
✨ The courage to forgive.
✨ The courage to stay open, even when it hurts.

The ultimate victory is not bending the world to accept us. It is accepting ourselves so fully that love can flow freely, both given and received.

Unconditional love is the warrior’s greatest triumph.
Not because it makes us invincible—
but because it reveals the most radical truth of all:

We were never unworthy in the first place. ❤️

#unconditional #love #warrior #spirit #keepfighting #youareworthy #shamanism

Maybe it’s time to let the inner warrior, out? How well do you actually know yourself, without the anger, without the fear?? What if you put the shield of illusion down and picked up the sword of truth? What would being a sacred warrior look and feel like, to you? #thunderheartwoman #warrior #spirit #sacred #youbeyou

#youbeyou #truth #warrior #mindset #warriorspirit #knowyourself #trust

As I stopped to make an offering of gratitude to Creator God, I was greeted by this blessed message & medicine 🙏🏻

The long road home 🙏🏻 #community #speakup #honor #youbeyou

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