05/23/2026
One thing I have had repeatedly validated over the past year is to be VERY careful who I invite into my home, my garden, my sanctuary, and my peace.
And no, I don’t mean that in some cute Pinterest way. I mean energetically.
When I bought this home last year, I tried to hire a then-friend who advertises herself as an expert in creating beautiful outdoor spaces. At the time, I was disappointed when she declined because I knew nothing about atriums (much less one with a pond), and I had convinced myself I needed her to come create beauty and peace for me.
Turns out, I was being protected.
I randomly met someone looking for healing crystals as she tried to pinpoint overwhelming emotions that seemed to suddenly consume her: anxiety, restlessness, depression, self-doubt, low self-esteem, low self-worth, even stomach issues. (Which really caught my attention.)
And then she said this: she felt especially emotionally heavy and unsettled in a garden space she had hired someone to create for her peace.
And just like that, I absolutely knew.
People can laugh at that if they want to. I don’t care.
I absolutely believe people transfer energy into the things they create. Into food. Into candles. Into oils. Into spiritual workings. Into art. Into garden spaces. Into every space their hands touch.
Not everyone has the same intentions you do.
Not everyone has the same spirit you do.
Not everyone who LOOKS polished, successful, aesthetic, spiritual, talented, or empowering is aligned with you energetically.
For me, instead of outsourcing my sanctuary, I had already started building it myself. My pond. My flowers. My lanterns. My plants. My artwork. My peace. My energy. I researched, I read, and I committed.
I had started to create something extraordinary and peaceful and ME.
And then one day, presumably out of nowhere, the Universe granted me validation through this "random" messenger.
I’m so incredibly thankful she said no.