Welcome to the growing library of my written works, reflections, and future book projects.
Thank you for being here and choosing to spend a little of your precious time with me.
Much like my podcast and music, these writings are born tenderly in the in-between spaces of life, between motherhood, healing, grief, spirituality, nature, devotion, creativity, studying, and the ordinary sacredness of being a divine soul having a human experience.
Some of these projects are still unfolding in real time, slowly taking shape like a potter’s hands gently shaping clay upon a spinning wheel, through voice memos, journals, storytelling, spiritual study, dreams, and lived experience.
In August of 2021, our family experienced a devastating fire that consumed our village, our recently acquired home, two vehicles, and nearly everything we had worked for. Yet one of the deepest losses for me was losing my wedding dress, our wedding album, cherished letters from loved ones, every journal I had written since the age of 18, and countless photographs from the pre-digital days of my gypsy-like travel memoirs. To this day, I still quietly grieve them and occasionally feel little aches in my heart and belly when I remember all that was lost.
There is nothing I can do to physically turn back time and recover my precious collected treasures and the pages that once held the words of my heart, so this journey of writing my Trilogy has become, in many ways, an act of remembrance.
A process of meditation and recollection, much like gathering the broken pieces of a once whole jug, while inner healing quietly takes place and each fragment slowly finds its way back home to wholeness.
This journey will involve listening deeply to my dreams as they reveal forgotten parts of myself, recovering old photographs from longtime friends, reading surviving emails with deep breaths, and learning to trust memory again, while relinquishing the need for everything to be exactly as it was once written.
Instead, I am learning to trust that my Higher Self and Angels will gently support me in remembering what is truly meant to be shared for the purposes of self-healing, growth, and honoring all parts of ourselves, including the ones that most deeply challenge us.
Thankfully, some fragments of my past still remain, including old emails dating back to 2006, not bad, and I feel truly grateful for that.
Like many memoir-style works, this project will require revisiting wounds, scars, grief, survival, and the difficult places life sometimes carries us through for the expansion of our soul’s wisdom and growth within this human incarnation.
Yet alongside that pain lives profound gratitude for healing, resilience, and the indelible memories of love that continue to reveal new possibilities for deeper expansion, expression, and the mysterious ways Spirit moves to guide us forward.
It is my hope that these future books may someday become a companion sanctuary for souls navigating grief, self-forgiveness and forgiveness in general, deep transformation, self-healing, survival, spiritual awakening, radical self-love and self-acceptance, and the journey of returning home to themselves.
I cannot wait to someday share with you:
✨ Vol. I: Spirit Dog
✨ Vol. II: The Sparrow
✨ Vol. III: Soul
Thank you for being here at the beginning of the journey.
✨ VOL. I: SPIRIT DOG
A future memoir-style spiritual book project
Spirit Dog is a heartfelt storytelling project exploring the profound emotional, spiritual, and healing connections between humans and animals, particularly the sacred bond between myself and my beloved rescue dog, Pixie, alongside my experiences studying the language and symbolism of jungle birds in Mexico.
Inspired by Pixie’s rescue journey — which, in many ways, became more about her rescuing me — Spirit Dog follows a woman’s path from prebirth stories passed down through generations into her adult years marked by heartbreak, grief, and lost dreams longed for.
Set against the portentous cosmic atmosphere of 2012, the story explores addiction healing with Iboga in Mexico, three years working within Iboga clinics, intuitive experiences, solo female travel and life in Mexico, the deep ache for motherhood, and the longing for a more intimate relationship with Spirit and a soulmate.
At its heart, Spirit Dog is also a reflection on the unseen ways animals forever change our lives and quietly guide us toward authentic healing, remembrance of our worthiness for true love, and unapologetic transformation that no longer remains bound to the past.
Weaving together memoir, visceral self-reflection, humor, tenderness, resilience, and soul remembrance, this evolving work explores the mysterious ways healing often arrives through the beings, places, losses, and love stories we least expect.
This memoir will also journey through my childhood growing up within a conservative Latin American culture in the 1970s with my mother as a single parent who never married my father, and the experiences that slowly led toward my spiritual awakening in the late 1990s Bay Area during the dot-com era.
It will also explore the underground electronic music scene that profoundly shaped my search for meaning, freedom, identity, and belonging among some of the most eclectic and motley crews I had ever encountered.
What eventually unfolded was a life-changing move to Mexico in search of deep healing and transformation, only to discover that healing is rarely linear and that the soul’s journey often moves through unexpected twists, losses we deeply regret, initiations that make us wail, and rebirths that quiet us for weeks, months, or even years.
The story ultimately circles back to California in 2014, where true love, destiny, and the dream of building a life with the man who would later become my husband slowly began to take root, catapulting me into yet another profound layer of self-discovery, healing, and the relentless unfolding of unconditional love.
This project is currently being developed slowly and lovingly through voice memos, journals, storytelling, spiritual reflection, and lived experience.
✨ VOL. II: THE SPARROW
The Sparrow traces the winding path through heartbreak, longing, reinvention, and the mysterious unfolding of destiny that led us from Mexico into the forests of Northern California in search of growing deep roots, healing while still walking wobbly, creating a home, yearning for stability, and dreaming of building a family of our own.
While many of the women around me were stepping into motherhood, I quietly carried the grief of longing, feeling barren, lost, and uncertain if that chapter would ever arrive for me. Through years of hard work, sacrifice, long days, and deep listening to intuition, we eventually purchased a magical hand-built home tucked inside a tiny village of only a few hundred souls deep within the Sierra Nevada forests.
What followed would forever alter the course of our lives.
Set against themes of home-building, womanhood, grief, marriage, displacement, fire, spiritual resilience, and the profound ache for motherhood, this memoir explores the often undisclosed places where dreams seem to disappear… only to return in forms far more miraculous than we could have imagined.
The fire became the unexpected doorway into an entirely new chapter out East in the Black Hills of South Dakota, where unimaginable loss slowly gave way to profound clarity, the gradual arrival of true healing, quieter reinvention without pretension, and biblical-like miracles, such as the ultimate birth of my son at the age of 48.
At its heart, The Sparrow is a story about trusting life again after loss, listening deeply to intuition, and discovering that some prayers take years, and perhaps entire lifetimes, to bloom.
✨ VOL. III: SOUL
Soul is an intimate exploration into consciousness, spiritual awakening through the final arrival of a more devoted sober life, intuitive development, angelic guidance, and the ultimate catalyst of grief following the transition of my mother and beloved dog Pixie to heaven.
These profound losses grounded my feet firmly into reality and awakened me to my own eventual mortality, compelling me to finally commit more deeply to what I believe I came here to do in this lifetime. Through this process emerged a growing journey of soul remembrance and a lifelong search to better understand the mystery of the soul, both human and animal.
One experience quietly led to another until I was eventually guided toward Soul Regression studies, a path of inquiry and self-healing that is currently transforming my life in profound and unexpected ways.
Rooted in years of spiritual study, direct mystical experiences, meditation, healing work, Soul Regression training, and the gradual opening of my personal practice, this evolving volume will explore the invisible threads connecting destiny and soul contracts, free will, the gift of human incarnation, soul purposes, self-healing, and the unseen guidance quietly, closely, and lovingly accompanying us throughout our lives here in incarnate form and beyond within the higher divine realms.
As this work continues to unfold, Soul will also become a living repository for the revelations, insights, questions, dreams, and healing experiences emerging through my continued immersion in soul studies, regression work, contemplative practices, and a quieter, more devotional path of yoga and motherhood.
Created slowly in the midst of ordinary life, as a full-time mother, student, creator, and spiritual seeker, this work is not being built from ambition or performance, but from real-time devotion, curiosity, and the ache of a heart that still longs for closeness with those now living in heaven.
Part of my heart lives there now too, and through this journey I continue learning that space and time cannot truly separate us from the souls we deeply love.
The Spirit World and the study of the Soul feel vast, mysterious, and still largely uncharted, sacred territories slowly being mapped by those willing to devote themselves to listening deeply enough to learn its subtle language, and in doing so, helping bridge heaven and earth a little more sweetly.
This evolving work is also born from a sincere desire to contribute something meaningful to the collective conversation surrounding consciousness, grief, soul purposes, healing, human incarnation, and the mystery of why we are here, and how that may connect to important past lives, soul origins, and the clearer, deeper remembrance of who we truly are.
Part memoir, part spiritual inquiry, and part devotional reflection born from my deep immersions and studies with various spiritual and mystical teachers, Soul will invite readers into the deeper questions that often begin to emerge once survival and the perceived urgencies of busy lives slowly give way to certainty, trust in life, and the undeniable truth that all is unfolding as it must within the greater awakening and universal evolution we are each an essential part of bringing into manifestation.
Together, Spirit Dog, The Sparrow, and Soul form a deeply personal Trilogy tracing the winding path of a human life through love, loss, healing, spiritual awakening, reinvention, devotion, and remembrance.
Spanning decades, continents, grief, miracles, heartbreak, motherhood, mystical experiences, and profound transformation, these evolving works explore what it means to lose oneself, search deeply, and slowly find a divinely guided way back home again — cozy, grounded, and content within.
At its heart, this Trilogy is an offering for those walking through change, longing for meaning, healing old wounds and perhaps even past-life echoes, questioning reality with greater depth and fearlessness, and learning to trust the divine unfolding of life itself.
These books are not being written from a mountaintop of perfection or unwavering certainty, but from within the living, breathing process of being human — still learning, still healing, still questioning, still growing… and forever so.
My hope is that these works may someday become companions for those navigating grief, spiritual awakening, motherhood, addiction recovery, reinvention, longing, intuition, healing, loss, resilience, and the sacred process of remembering who they truly are beneath the noise and fast buzz of an ever-evolving and demanding world.
The fire took my journals and archives collected over decades like a wise elder carefully preserving precious recipes handed down through generations of living, but it did not take my capacity to remember. After all, everything is engraved within the field, as perhaps the universe itself carries memory too within the Akashics.
In many ways, this work feels like an act of reclaiming those scattered fragments and allowing something living, breathing, and hopeful to rise once again from the ashes, like a phoenix slowly unfurling and preening its wings above the embers below.
Thank you for being here at the very beginning of this journey as it unfolds day by day and hour by hour. Your presence, encouragement, and shared humanity truly mean more than you know.
✨ Early Excerpt From Spirit Dog ✨
Shared with love from the evolving early pages of the manuscript.
I didn’t expect my body to speak to me like that.
Not in the middle of a humid midday run where the jungle met the ocean. Not there in paradise amidst the throbbing sounds of jungle birds and salt air thick enough to gather with my bare hands and stash away like seasoning for future stews. Not like this.
I had, after all, done my work. Or so I had told myself with that familiar inner voice whispering, “I got this… I know what’s truly going on.”
I had already let go of so much, peeled back so many layers while sobbing through regret and sorrow, crossed oceans alone with no true home awaiting me, swallowed medicines, and buried old selves. Surely that was enough.
Really? There was still more to unwrap and uncover? More chains to unshackle from my body and spirit? Chains that now seemed to clang loudly against the earth like distant church bells as they fell from my ankles one heavy link at a time.
Like peeling an onion, the truth was getting closer now, with tears rolling down just as onions love to make us do.
And I could feel my heartbeat growing louder and heavier, dropping into my stomach with the visceral terror of suddenly sensing the possibility of an ending near… again.
I had been here before, knocking at heaven’s door.
But no. Not today. Not like this.
I still had dreams.
I still carried a calling inside me that roared like a lion refusing to surrender to anyone or anything.
“This is not how we are going to die,” my heart whispered back to me, like a soft promise carried on the wind, delicate as a dandelion seed drifting through the air like an angel of hope.
Yet this time there were no more metaphors or comforting anchors nearby to soften the blow.
This time life was placing me somewhere between the jungle and the ocean… between continuing to live and bleeding to death.
Literally.
I had returned to Mexico from California after obtaining my U.S. citizenship believing I was finally becoming someone new. And in many ways, parts of that story were true.
Yet underneath that polished narrative, there were still large parts of me running wild within old patterns —secretly drinking too much without truly honoring my pain, smoking tobacco as though it were an intrinsic part of existence and conversation itself, escaping truth, intimacy, and long-lasting connection, and like a horse wearing blinders, I could not yet widen into the kind of self-love that was not about physical comforts or external gifts, but about finally granting myself the gentleness to stop running and operating so hard and fast.
I still treated myself like a machine that could be blasted from zero to ten without pause, softness, or consequence, never fully understanding how brutally hard I had been on my own body, heart, and spirit.
And run I did.
Hard.
Too hard. And most definitely too hard for that day.
Under the scorching heat of the Mexican March sun, I pushed my body the same way I had pushed my spirit for years — mercilessly, relentlessly, ignoring every whisper asking me to slow down so I could finally hear the subtle guidance of my soul.
But I just wasn’t there yet.
I wasn’t done yet. And that would not come for another thirteen years.
Yes, thirteen.
Some patterns, griefs, and inherited wounds truly run deep.
I did not yet understand that my body had been carrying sorrow, suppression, exhaustion, self-punishment, and unspoken grief for far longer than I was willing to admit, all of it quietly embedded within the fibroids growing silently inside me.
Keeping score.
Holding secrets that, much later, would reveal themselves as unexpected blessings in disguise along the long road toward my awakening.
And so, little by little, as the river continues to flow, the story continues writing itself. Somewhere between memory, grief, dreams, and devotion, it is all slowly coming together, just as the ant patiently builds her nest, one tiny pebble at a time.
Thank you for your presence.
