I slid the spatula under the first pancake and realized that I would need to be strategic about the way that I flipped the pancake because there was only the exact spot that it was cooked to put it back in. Somehow, I felt the need to almost completely fill the pan with pancakes leaving no room for error during the flipping process.

The only noises that I could hear as my bare feet tiptoed across the hardwood floor were the natural sounds that our home made. I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath in, meeting my day from a grounded place. I had been awake for a better part of an hour and had been present with my thoughts and emotions before I got out of bed.

I smiled both internally and externally. I had had this conversation multiple times in the past couple of weeks. I went on to explain that part of my life and souls work is to live authentically out in the world for people to see

He closed his eyes, I placed my hand on his forehead over his third eye and he allowed himself to slip into meditation with the intention of seeing his childhood trauma and just like that, he picked healing over running away and just like that, his life began to change.

What you don’t always see is all of the behind the scenes work that happens. He spends every night immersed in spirit communication with me. He spends countless hours holding my ground while I disconnect from my body and work with the universe.

“This is energy” I said with a level of confidence and a slight question mark in my voice.

“Yes” he responded from a grounded place.

“I know.” I said back, mostly talking to myself.

I turned and smiled at him. The truth was that we spoke like this all of the time. It is part of why we are such a good fit. Both of us had a drive to have more knowledge and a deeper understanding of ourselves and the human experience. We could talk in depth about anything and everything, and we did.

I listened to her talking openly about how she had fear of not knowing enough. How she felt that she needed to prove herself and all that she knew. I could remember that vividly and if I am being honest, I wasn’t too far outside of it myself.

“You see, I have this client who pays for sessions occasionally and I literally say almost nothing. This client will pay me to hold a ground for them. My job is to hold a grounded, safe, open, non-judgmental space which allows the client to process their emotions and thoughts. The client doesn’t need much support with the actual processing of emotions and thoughts, they simply need me to hold a safe ground for them.”

She couldn’t own what her own process was and was bending the truth. She couldn’t openly articulate her truth which wasn’t surprising, she never could. She has spent the majority of her life denying one truth after another, both large and small. Standing in her truth and owning her process was foreign territory for her, that she didn’t know and wasn’t comfortable in