What I never understood about spirituality... until now.

Open your heart to the unfolding of your journey.

The Seeking Was Sacred

Fun fact: The reason I share the picture above is because when I saw it, it reminded me of a time I went inside a church in Mallorca, Spain—after a very powerful retreat on the reclamation of the feminine. When I saw Mary, I started to cry uncontrollably—because i could feel the love that emanated through her. I was unraveling and then started laughing; my heart was cracking open. And in that moment, my relationship to being inside churches shifted. Where I once didn’t enjoy going in them, I now love to bask in the energy and love that exists inside a church. It brings me great peace and a deep connection to my heart.

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I like to go deep.

I’m the type of person who wants to get knee-deep in everything when it comes to learning and growing. I love finding the treasure in all the information that’s out there—pulling meaning from the layers, not just skimming the surface.

And for as long as I can remember, I’ve had this quiet longing for spiritual wisdom. I remember being 17 and working on a yacht in Miami, taking books on Buddhism to read in the slow moments during my shift.

And in that seeking—I’ve done all the things.

I’ve meditated by myself for hours. I’ve gone on retreats, gone crystal mining. I’ve sat in temazcales in Mexico, studied with all kinds of teachers, and experienced ceremonies from Mexico to Spain, Florida to Austin.

I’ve studied astrology and my birth chart... deeply. So deeply that I’ve spent entire Sundays nerding out, mapping the patterns of my life through the houses Jupiter has moved through.

I’ve traveled high and low, psychically and spiritually, to experience all of its richness.

I’ve gone to extraterrestrial retreats where we talked about the reality of dimension-hopping. I’ve sat in sacred circles. I’ve gone to feminine embodiment retreats. I’ve done more rituals in my life than I can remember.

A good time for me? Spending a Saturday night doing past-life regressions and visiting multiple lifetimes in one sitting.

I’ve taken psychic mediumship courses, spent many hours practicing how to understand my own messages, gone to tantra workshops... etc etc etc.

In short, I’ve spent many years feeling called to all that’s out there.

And the deeper down the rabbit hole I’ve gone, the more I’ve realized:

The essence of spirituality is beautifully simple.

I now find my connection in the mundane moments.

However, as I reflect on it - I wouldn’t have arrived at that simplicity without all the seeking. Those experiences have left an imprint. They taught me things I didn’t know. They gave me reference points I now hold as a kind of container—something I still draw wisdom from. And many I hope to share with you all here.

I carry it all with me.
And yet, what I draw from now feels quieter.
More distilled.
More mundane.

More simple.

I find it in everyday moments—like looking into someone’s eyes and feeling their heart.

Quieting myself enough to hear the whispers of wisdom. To feel them.
Being attuned to my body and what it needs.

I find it when I wake up and connect with my pets, when I notice their needs and emotions and love them through their quirks.
Because believe me—they have them.

It’s mundane now.

I’ve heard others speak of this before, but I didn’t fully understand it until recently.

Even though I still love that part of me that seeks—I’ve found more richness in ordinary traditions than in peak spiritual experiences.

I used to chase external experiences to feel spiritual.
Now, it feels like it comes from within.

The word I always come back to is remembrance.

I don’t think we forget on purpose—we just get busy.
Life starts life-ing, and it pulls us into to-do lists and logistics.

And so I’ve come to see spirituality as this moment-to-moment practice of remembering.

Remembering that we are love.
Remembering that we’re all interconnected.

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Now, this is an important distinction—when I say we are all love, I mean it. Truly.

But many of us carry blocks so tightly held by fear that true connection isn’t always accessible.

When I encounter those moments, I try to meet them with compassion—to remember that some people are in deep pain, or caught in patterns so ingrained that open love just can’t flow.

And when that’s the case, it’s wise to protect your own energy.

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In this practice of remembering...

Some days, I forget completely.
Other days, I remember deeply.
Sometimes I go to the ocean just to remind myself how small I am, how vast this all is, and let it all wash over me.

As a practitioner, I still take classes, I’m still a student, and I still retreat—just in a different way now. Not to seek but to deepen my practice.

As I reflect on those spiritual adventures I went on, I feel how they truly called to me at the time—how necessary they were.

If your heart wants to explore all the big, expansive, peak spiritual moments—I absolutely believe you should follow it. There’s wisdom in the seeking.

Just know that integrating those peak experiences into your everyday life is the practice. Life itself is the ceremony.

You don’t need to be in a bubble of spiritual people or wear a certain identity to feel your connection.

If you’re in a season of seeking, that’s beautiful. Just stay curious about who and what you’re learning from.

There are so many people today calling themselves gurus, shamans, or experts.
But some haven’t done the deep work required to truly carry those roles.

Feel into your discernment.
Tune into the person.
Understand their philosophy.
Learn where the teachings come from.
Notice how they resonate with your spirit.

These practices are ancient—and when you attune to them, you’re attuning to that lineage.

Just because something looks like wisdom doesn’t mean it is.
And not everything that feels powerful is rooted in truth.

Spirituality isn’t a performance—it’s a return.
A remembering of what’s always been within you.

You don’t have to follow someone else’s path.
You’re allowed to find your way—on your terms, in your time.

Open your heart to your own path.

Love,
Natalia