Healing Beyond Myself

A continuation of my journey, one day after meeting the elephants... healing beyond myself

The day after meeting the elephants (blog 1), something in me began to shift—quietly, yet unmistakably. My energy dipped, a cold crept in, and by evening, I was visibly unwell. It didn’t make sense. The holiday was supposed to be refreshing. The hotel was gorgeous, the setting idyllic… but something felt off.

I’ve always been a nature person—mountains, beaches, wide open skies. But when we arrived at the beach, I didn’t feel like stepping into the water. It was so unlike me. And as my symptoms intensified, so did the questions swirling inside me. What was this heaviness? The heat? No—I’ve travelled to hotter places and never felt this way.

The last few days of our trip found me mostly in the hotel room, resting and reflecting. I felt lost, confused, asking myself, what’s really happening to me? That question grew louder with each passing hour, as if the answer itself was a balm my body needed to start healing.

A Sacred Encounter healing beyond myself

And then... it came. At lunchtime, on the final day, a waiter struck up a spontaneous conversation with us. Not out of duty—but out of warmth and curiosity. What began as small talk quickly turned into something deeper. He shared pieces of his life—how he and his wife work long hours, living away from their daughter, trying to survive on so little. Generational poverty. Rising costs. Shattered dreams passed down like worn-out heirlooms.

And then he spoke of the tsunami.

Of loss. Of destruction. Of rebuilding lives that once stood full. His words landed inside me with a weight I couldn’t ignore. That was the moment. I felt it. The grief, the resilience, the unspoken pain of so many. And then I understood—

The Heaviness Wasn’t Mine healing beyond myself

The emotional fog, the low energy, the resistance—it was never about me alone. I was feeling the imprints of pain that lingered in the land, in its people, in their stories. Energetically, I had become a vessel. Absorbing what was too heavy to be spoken, and unknowingly beginning to heal it.

That moment gave me clarity: I wasn’t just sick. I was sensing. Receiving. Holding. Healing. It was my soul showing me how deeply I feel, how I carry, and how I transmute. This was my initiation—not into illness, but into purpose.

Flowing Into My Truth healing beyond myself

Since that day, layers within me have started to shed. Old shadows rising for release. Patterns resurfacing for closure. But I’m not resisting anymore. I’m flowing. I’m not just dealing—I’m transforming.

It’s not perfect yet, but it’s powerful. I feel the elephant’s blessing again—that sacred signal to cleanse, to shed, to step closer to alignment with my soul’s purest expression. I’m healing. I’m loving. I’m moving through abundance.

The Healing I Was Called Into healing beyond myself

But this healing... it was never meant to stay within me alone. I now understand that I was invited to hold space not just for myself, but for those whose voices have been silenced by survival. I was gifted the ability to feel their pain, to witness their suffering, and to begin healing it—not through force, but through presence, empathy, and surrender.

The energy I carried was theirs. The grief I sensed was generational. And now, as I return home, I carry their stories with reverence. I honor their paths by continuing my own healing—transforming my shadows so I may light the way for others.

So if you’ve felt that ache inside you—of something unseen yet deeply known—I see you. I feel you. And I’m here to walk beside you.

If you feel ready, I’d be honored to hold space for your healing. [Click here]