You’ve done everything right.

So why do you feel so far from yourself?

This is soul-deep pause to remember who you are

What You’ll Receive

Personalized

Rituals

Rooted in ancient wisdom, these gentle practices honor your lineage, your spirit, and the natural rhythms you’ve forgotten how to trust. You'll receive sacred prompts and ways to create a moment of meaning—even in your daily chaos.

Journaling & Mindset Tools

Soulful journaling templates and mindset shifts to help you soften the inner critic and awaken your deeper knowing. These are invitations, not instructions—offered with compassion, not pressure.

Affirmations & Micro-Practices

Receive short but potent reminders that speak to your emotional clarity and worthiness. Each one is crafted to support you in moments of doubt or emotional fog—truths that feel like breath, not burden.

No pressure. No fixing. Just truth—softly revealed.

Create Your Inner Return Map

By checking this box, I consent to receive transactional messages related to my account, orders, or services I have requested. These messages may include appointment reminders, order confirmations, and account notifications among others. Message frequency may vary. Message & Data rates may apply.Reply HELP for help or STOP to opt-out.

By checking this box, I consent to receive marketing and promotional messages, including special offers, discounts, new product updates among others. Message frequency may vary. Message & Data rates may apply. Reply HELP for help or STOP to opt-out.

The truth you felt here deserves to be held.

This experience is only the beginning. You don’t have to carry your awakening alone. Sometimes, what we need most isn’t more information—but sacred witness. A space to be seen, heard, and gently guided home to who we really are.

What if the version of you you’re seeking… is the one who’s been whispering all along?

About Edith

I am not here to fix you. I am here to remind you. Remind you that healing is not a destination — It is a return.

To your intuition. Your truth. Your breath. Your body. After years of achievement, pain, and numbing, my journey brought me to sacred medicines, ancestral healing, and the quiet truth that I had abandoned myself to survive.

What followed was a soul-deep rebirth—and the birth of this work. Today, I walk beside others on their sacred path, holding space for what’s real, raw, and ready to emerge.

My Story: A Journey Back to Myself

What do you do when, at forty, you finally arrive at the life you once dreamed of—only to find yourself numb, confused, and quietly questioning your sanity?

That was me.

From the outside, everything looked perfect: the career, the travel, the beautiful home, the man who adored me. But inside? I was hollow. I would cry for hours behind closed doors, then wipe my face and pretend. Pretend to be strong. Pretend to be fine. Pretend I hadn’t outgrown the life I fought so hard to build.

Everyone reminded me how lucky I was.

I felt like a fraud. Like at any moment, someone would see through the mask and discover the ache underneath.

So I numbed it. Through socializing, wine, surface-level friendships. I was the fun one. The strong one. But I was also the one silently unraveling.

The Pain Beneath the Surface

When hormone panels and therapy didn’t give me answers, I started looking inward—really inward. The grief that surfaced was more than emotional. It was ancestral. Buried memories came up like waves: the sexual abuse I endured as a young girl, the assault at 17, the silence that followed, the abandonment I felt from my father, and the emotional weight I carried as the eldest daughter in a broken home. I had survived so much—but I was drowning in the cost of that survival.

My Wake-Up Call

At 41, the universe delivered a surprise: I was pregnant. A baby girl. A dream I never thought would come true. But just three days after giving birth, I was diagnosed with heart failure. As I lay in the cardiac unit, I knew I had a choice. I could stay numb and slowly disappear into the life that no longer fit me…

Or I could really live—with my whole heart and my whole truth. That moment became the doorway. Spirit, Source, the Divine—whatever you call it—met me there. And I made a sacred vow: No more hiding.

Enter the Medicine

I walked away from my high-paying job. Quietly, without drama. I was burned out and done pretending I could thrive in spaces that drained me. Then the call came… not from the world, but from within.

Whispers of healing beyond logic began to reach me—about ancestral medicines, plant allies like psilocybin, ayahuasca, Kambo, and 5-MeO-DMT. I devoured books, research, stories. I started microdosing psilocybin, and something deep inside me softened. Eventually, I journeyed further—following sacred guidance and preparing with reverence. Alone, but ready. My first macro journey was on a beach in Jamaica. I felt awe. Love. Truth.

The medicine answered my “why me” with wisdom. It showed me the ways I had stayed small, betrayed myself, and carried pain that wasn’t mine.It was like finally being able to breathe.

Walking Myself Home

That experience cracked me open, and I began making slow, quiet changes. Alone, in the shadows. Not everyone understood. Many people clung to their own numbing mechanisms and weren’t ready to see what I saw. But I kept going. In 2024, I asked again: Please send me a lifeline. A community. Real support. The universe responded by bringing back an old friend and mentor—now a coach. At first, I hesitated. What could executive coaching offer a woman rebuilding her soul? Everything, it turned out.

With his help, I began peeling back the deeper layers of my victimhood. The parts of me that were addicted to pain. We worked not on business—but on me. On my inner mess, my wounds, my unworthiness. And alongside that work, I set the intention to return to the medicine. This time, guided. This time, on my own terms. I returned to Mexico—my ancestral home—for a hero’s journey with psilocybin. It tore me open, and in the best way. It showed me the rage, the resentment, the years of trying to be a “good girl” and hold it all together. The medicine whispered: You belong to no one but yourself.

The Sacred Rebirth

I came home different. Not fixed—but free. The woman I had tried to suppress for so long—the wild one, the truth-teller, the soul on fire—was finally alive. I realized I didn’t need to wait for the world to validate her. I was ready to become her. For me. For my daughter. For the ones like me who are silently searching for themselves.

This Is Where I Found You

If you’ve read this far, maybe you see yourself in this story. Maybe you're also waking up to the truth that what once fit, no longer does. Maybe you're tired of performing, pleasing, and pretending. Maybe you’re aching for your own sacred path back to yourself. I see you. I am you. This work—this medicine, this mentorship, this return to soul—isn’t just something I do.

It’s something I live. And now I walk this path with reverence, humility, and a fierce love for the women and men who are ready to do the same. Welcome home.

Short Phrase Here

Receive gentle reminders, soulful reflections,

and invitations to return to yourself

FOLLOW US

CALL US

Phone Number Here