Rooted in Strength

This year, Father’s Day holds many layers for me. It’s not just a day to remember my dad. It also happens to fall on my anniversary with David. Twelve years together. Twelve years of learning how love shows up. Not always with words, but with presence, with steadiness, with staying.

My father passed away two years ago this July, but his last Father’s Day was spent with me and my sisters. He came to my home, and we shared one of the most meaningful conversations of our lives. We talked about my path, one he didn’t always understand, but that he had finally come to accept. My dad didn’t walk the same road I did, and for much of my life, I wasn’t sure if he truly supported my choices. But he was always my rock. His way of loving was quieter, more behind the scenes. And yet, now that he's gone, I realize how deeply we were connected.

That connection didn’t end with his passing. I feel him daily. In the breeze that moves the windchime I hung in his honor. In the marble I carry in my pocket when I need grounding. In his ring I slip on when I need to remember my strength. In the garden when I am spending time tending to his seeds that I have sown. I talk to him often. I ask for his guidance. And I believe he still walks beside me, just on a different frequency.

In many ways, David holds a similar role in my life. He may not always understand the intricacies of my choices, what I do or why I give so much of myself to this work, but he sees me. He holds space for me in his own way. Steady, present, and willing to let me be fully who I am. As we close out our twelfth year together, I’m reminded that real love isn’t about total alignment in thought or expression. It’s about trust. It’s about staying. It’s about holding the container while the other grows.

This week, I also had a powerful experience during my first session with a new myofascial release therapist. I’ve been seeking someone who could meet me energetically and physically, and I finally found her. She felt familiar, aligned, and grounded. Our beliefs and life paths mirrored each other in ways that affirmed what I’ve always trusted. When the body is ready, the right support arrives. She helped me recognize the tension I’ve been holding, not just in my muscles, but in my story.

That session reminded me how the masculine is often misunderstood. We’re taught it’s about rigidity, control, or toughness. But the true masculine, whether in our relationships or within ourselves, is about presence, protection, patience, and the ability to hold without fixing. It’s the container that allows the feminine to flow. It’s the ground we root into so healing can happen.

That’s how I aim to show up in my own work: grounded, intuitive, and able to meet you exactly where you are. No two consultations are ever the same. I read your intake form, study your x-rays, observe your patterns, and most importantly, I listen to you and what your body is trying to say. My reports are maps. Not just of symptoms, but of your soul’s path back to balance.

For those not ready for a full consult, I’ve created the Rooted Trinity Series. A bundle of three foundational guides designed to support your healing journey:

• The pH Guide helps you understand how your terrain influences absorption and remineralization.

• The TCM Horary Clock teaches you how to align your daily rhythms with your organ systems.

• And the Ultimate Toothpaste Guide helps you evaluate oral care products through a biological lens, without overwhelm.

They’re available on my website now as a discounted bundle. And soon, I’ll be adding new offerings, including a nutritional replenishment guide and 3-month plan, plus additional guides for healing infusions, herbal support, soaking and sprouting, bone broth, and more.

So today, whether you’re honoring your own father, remembering someone you’ve lost, celebrating a partner who supports you in their own quiet way, or tending to the masculine within, you are seen. Strength doesn’t always look like doing. Sometimes it’s in the stillness. The breath. The holding. The root.

Here’s to love that holds space. And to healing that begins in safety.