Wholeness Week: Reclaiming the Sacred Within

For most of my life, the word “holy” felt out of reach. Growing up Catholic, holiness was reserved for saints, for perfection, for something I was told I could never be. I internalized the message that I was bad or wrong—because of my sexuality, because of who I am, because of the way I move through the world. Holiness was a standard I could never meet, and so I disowned it altogether.

As I deepened my spiritual path and began defining God, Source, and Love on my own terms, I found myself peeling away from anything that felt tethered to religious doctrine. 

I wanted truth. 

I wanted resonance. 

And slowly, through my spiritual journey and study—especially as a student of A Course in Miracles—I began to understand “holy” in a whole new.

I once came across a quote that struck a chord in my heart: “Holiness is when you stop pretending to be anything less than love.” Though it's not a direct quote from the Course, it echoes the essence of what I’ve learned through its teachings—that holiness isn’t about being perfect. It’s about being whole.

It’s about remembering that we’re already enough. That we’re already perfect, whole, and complete exactly as we are. Our sacred task isn’t to fix ourselves, but to gently unlearn the belief that we were ever broken. It’s about shedding shame, softening fear, and releasing the idea that we have to earn our worth.

Holiness is simply coming home to ourselves, again and again—with love, and in Love.

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Wholeness, Felt in the Body

When I feel whole in my body, I feel grounded. I feel at ease. There’s no rush to prove anything, no grasping to be something else. There’s just this deep, embodied sense of peace—like I am exactly where I need to be. I feel Love and loved, from within and all around. I move through the world more gently, more present, more able to see the light in others because I’ve remembered the light in myself.

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Reclaiming the Sacred Parts of Me

I’m calling back the pieces I once rejected—the loud, the sensitive, the sensual, the wild. The parts of me that I tried to pray away or tone down so I could fit into someone else’s definition of “good” or “worthy.” Those parts are my medicine. They are how Source moves through me and remind me of where Love is possible.

I’m reclaiming my shadow as holy. Not something to fix, but something to integrate. Not something to hide, but something to honour.

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My Body as Sacred Space

I don’t honour my body as sacred in a performative way. It’s not about doing it “right” or chasing some physical ideal. It’s about tuning in, slowing down, listening, loving.

Movement has become one of my most powerful tools. Not to punish or perfect my body, but to experience it. To feel what’s alive, what’s stuck, what needs release. Through somatic practices and nervous system regulation, I’ve learned that trauma lives in the body—and healing happens there too.

Every morning, I begin with movement, reflection, and stillness. It’s become a spiritual practice—one that grounds me and sets the tone for how I show up in the world. This is the heart of what I share in ARISE, my daily movement and mindfulness program designed to help you start the day with Love. It’s not about chasing transformation—it’s about remembering your wholeness and returning to Love, again and again.

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A Season of Resurrection

This week, traditionally known as Holy Week, feels like Wholeness Week to me. I just returned from a soul-shifting journey in Costa Rica, and we’ve all just been through eclipse season, Mercury and Venus retrogrades, and a powerful Full moon. I’ve been looking deeply at the parts of me that keep myself small—old patterns, limiting beliefs, ways I dim my light to feel safe or accepted.

This past weekend, I celebrated Passover with my partner and his family. Passover is an invitation to free ourselves from the inner captivity that holds us back. The false stories. The fear. The self-abandonment.

And then we move toward Good Friday and Easter—symbols of death and resurrection. Of releasing the old and rising into something truer. Lighter. Brighter.

This week, I’m choosing to die to the idea that I have to be anything but myself.

I’m choosing to rise into wholeness.

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If this resonates with you, I’d love to invite you to honour this sacred turning point in your own body. To reclaim your holiness. To meet your wholeness. To rise.

You’re not broken. You’re becoming. ✨