Welcome to the Return to Center Vault

This is where we’re going to discuss my favorite topic: “Divine Nurturance.”

This is my Grandad.
He lived through more than his fair share of hardship—loss, instability, uncertainty. And yet… what emerged from all that was a man rooted in gentleness, wrapped in warmth, and wildly devoted to doing things his own way. A kind, outside-the-box farmer with hands that knew how to tend both land and hearts.

He didn’t talk much about what hurt. You could feel in his presence that something powerful had been composted—some dark soil turned fertile.

So how does someone walk through trauma and still grow into love? Still choose joy, curiosity, generosity?

Let’s talk about that.

This vault is my love letter to the ones who stayed tender. Who chose connection over collapse. And it begins here—with Grandad, who showed me that divine nurturance is sometimes born in the quietest, humblest corners of a hard-won life.

Meet the Relatives

Older woman smiling next to tall purple flowers in a garden with mountains in the background under a partly cloudy sky.
Elderly man and woman sitting outside, smiling. The man is wearing a straw hat and dark clothing, while the woman is in a white T-shirt with printed design, holding the man’s arm.


My Favorite Cousin & Cousin-in-Law💜

Alongside the heavy inheritance of intergenerational trauma, there’s something else quietly passed down: legacy resiliencies and post-traumatic growth. Yep—gifts. Strengths forged in the fire that now live in our bones. This next bit is all about honoring those too. Because we didn’t just get the wounds—we got the medicine.

What am I talking about here? Why am I talking about this at all? Extreme Self Care - What is it? Why do we need it? What happens if we never or rarely do it? I have to talk about “My Emotional Bank Account.” I have to talk about “I Am the Mother of All My Emotional Children.” I have to talk about “Transgenerational Trauma & the Gifts.” Legacy Gifts not acknowledged.