For decades, I built an impenetrable fortress of logic, mindset strategies, and using my sacred gift of seeing others to hide in plain sight. I lived from my neck up, projecting my energy outward, and giving my power away. I thought I was healed because I understood my pain mentally. But I could feel that there was a part of my heart I couldn’t seem to get access to. There was something missing that I was always seeking, not knowing that what I was seeking was within me.

Then, the day my son Weston died, my mental escape hatch collapsed. Extreme grief became the dynamite that blew up every wall I had ever built. It ran my mind out of moves and dropped me straight down into the dirt of my body, where my true soul-centered aliveness had been locked away for fifty years.

I do not glorify pain, but I have walked through the absolute deepest underworld a human can experience and survived the demolition of my world. What I discovered about myself shocked me - I am a deeply sensitive and intuitive being with sacred sensitivities and capacities I only had access to spontaneously before.

If you are a deeply sensitive woman trapped beneath the rubble of your own survival strategies, this book is for you. You don’t have to be actively grieving. Every shadow is holding ancient grief that is longing to be expressed.

And there, in that rubble you will see her with tear stained eyes. The realest part of yourself. Your qualities of aliveness - you sacred sensitivities. The holiest most tender part of you that isn’t a seeker. She is the one who knows.