Coach Grethe

Last year, I arrived at the Embodied Ta**ra Facilitator Training as an apprentice, grateful to have been accepted and wondering if I truly belonged.

This year, I’m here as Assistant Team Lead.

Today we prepared the temple space for a new group of trainees, and I found myself reflecting on how much can change in a year when you keep saying yes to growth, learning, service, and showing up.

Feeling deeply grateful for the journey, the mentors who believed in me, and the opportunity to support the next wave of facilitators as they begin their own.

Welcome to Embodied Ta**ra Facilitator Training class of 2026. ❤️

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A woman recently asked me a beautiful question.

She had shared something vulnerable with a man she was seeing.

Later that evening, he sent her a thoughtful voice message sharing his feelings and experience.

The only problem?

He didn’t acknowledge what she had shared.

Not because he didn’t care.

Not because he had done anything wrong.

Simply because he didn’t know what she needed.

She asked me:

“How do I tell him without making him feel like he failed?”

My answer was simple.

Give him the key.

So many of us want to feel seen, heard, cherished, understood, and loved.

But we forget that the people in our lives cannot read our minds.

Instead of telling someone what they did wrong, tell them what helps you feel loved.

You might say:

“I’ve been reflecting on what helps me feel most seen, heard, and loved in connection. Would you be open to hearing it?”

Most people will say yes.

Because if they care about you, they usually want to know.

They want the map.

They want the instructions.

They want the key to your heart.

And when they do the thing that helps you feel loved?

Tell them.

Celebrate it.

Let them know:

“When you reflected back what I shared, I felt so seen.”

“When you checked in the next day, my heart softened.”

“When you acknowledged my feelings, I felt safe with you.”

People thrive when they know what’s working.

Relationships thrive when we stop expecting mind-reading and start sharing the roadmap.

Your needs are not a burden.

They are information.

And the people who care about you will often be grateful to receive them.

Another Ta**ra Massage certification complete. ❤️

My first Ta**ra Massage training was in 2023.

At the time, I thought I was learning a massage modality.

What I discovered was so much more.

Ta**ra Massage taught me about presence, nervous system regulation, conscious touch, boundaries, receiving, and the incredible wisdom that lives within the body.

I recently completed my second Ta**ra Massage certification in a five-day intensive with Shaft Uddin.

One of the things I love most about Ta**ra Massage is that it invites us to slow down.

To get out of our heads and back into our bodies.

To feel instead of perform.

To listen instead of fix.

To bring awareness to places that have been holding tension, emotion, protection, or simply waiting for attention.

This training reminded me that touch is not just something we do.

It is something we bring.

The quality of our presence matters.

The quality of our breath matters.

The quality of our attention matters.

When these elements come together, touch becomes something much deeper than technique.

After years of studying energy healing, subconscious transformation, embodiment practices, Ta**ra, and massage, I continue to be amazed by how much there is to learn.

Each training deepens my understanding.

Each client expands my perspective.

Each experience strengthens my capacity to meet people exactly where they are.

Grateful for the teachings, the practice partners, the laughter, the challenges, and the opportunity to keep growing.

Here’s to continuing the journey of learning, embodiment, and conscious touch.

❤️

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I almost walked past this moment.

These wood sculptures caught my eye.
They were majestic.

And one of them…
was exactly what I had been wanting for my altar.
Although I wanted a way smaller version

I’ve been feeling into that piece for a while

And when I have desires like that
I don’t go out searching for them

I let them meet me on my path

So I stepped inside

Asked if he could create a smaller version
one that could come home with me

And then…
he invited me into his family temple

He showed me around and told me
the meaning behind the statues
the placement
the stories

It felt so real
so alive
so deeply embodied

And I realized again…

This is how I love to live

Not rushing
not filling every moment
not trying to make things happen

But leaving space
staying open
and following what’s there

That’s when I notice
the impulse
the pull
the quiet yes

And when I follow it…
life meets me

This is what can happen
when you follow the little impulses
and let God fill in the blanks

This is the space I hold in my work

Where your system can soften
where you reconnect with your body
and start to trust what’s already there

I’m opening up 2 spaces for 1:1 work

If you feel called
DM me to book a free discovery call

There is a moment on the path…
where you realize — this can’t be all there is.

You’ve done the things.
Lived the life.
Followed the path you were told would fulfill you.

And still…

Something inside whispers:
There is more.

Ta**ra doesn’t take you somewhere new.
It brings you back.

Into your body.
Into truth.
Into life fully felt.

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I stood in a temple of water and directions.

Not to learn.
But to remember.

That everything in me has a place.

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At the center, there was stillness.

Not the kind you force.
The kind that happens when you stop trying to become someone.

Just awareness.
Watching.

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To the East, something new was rising.

Soft.
Almost easy to miss.

Not a push.
Not a plan.

Just a quiet opening.

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To the South, there was fire.

Burning through identities I’ve outgrown.
Through the parts of me that learned to perform love
instead of receive it.

It doesn’t feel graceful.

But it feels true.

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To the West, there was an ending.

Letting go of how I thought life would look.
Letting go of timelines.
Letting go of needing things to resolve.

This one is tender.

This one asks me to trust without proof.

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To the North, there was support.

A new kind.

Not something I earn.
Not something I have to be “on” for.

Just… there.

And my body is slowly learning to believe it.

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And in between all of this—

The subtle directions.

Where the real work happens.

Where I learn:
to stay
to feel
to soften
to not leave myself

even in the moments that used to close me.

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The temple didn’t give me answers.

It showed me a map.

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Nothing in me is wrong.

Not the fire.
Not the grief.
Not the uncertainty.
Not even the not-knowing.

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This is not confusion.

This is reorientation.

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And maybe that’s what this path really is.

Not becoming someone new.

But learning how to stand
in the center of your own life

and let every direction
move through you
without losing yourself.