Witnessing Myself Through Others

During the fireside chat with Lin Zheng from The Alchemy Path, something profound shifted. As she spoke about rejection as a doorway rather than a wound, I felt my body soften and open in a way I hadn't anticipated.

In that sacred moment, my inner child smiled at me, and I received her message clearly: "Your work matters."

Tears flowed as I realised I was being witnessed—not just by Lin, but by Her, the part of me that had once dimmed her light.

Through holding space for Lin, I was simultaneously witnessing my own empowerment reflected back to me.

I have always been gifted at seeing people—their brilliance, their highest potential, their truth. I hold space for others with deep reverence and honor. Yet somewhere in all of my seeing, I stopped seeing myself the way you see me. I kept striving for the next level without pausing to acknowledge where I already am.

Tonight, as I felt the gratitude from multiple people, I noticed a numbness in my heart—a block as I could feel slight “ not in flow” in my heart. And in that moment of recognition, it lifted. This wasn't the first time I've worked through this pattern. When I first met Kyle and he expressed pure appreciation, I felt that same numbness and wanted to run. But I stayed, worked through it piece by piece. When Kyle's mum called me a sweetheart, I felt it again and healed that layer too.

I know how to slow down, to lean in, to be gentle with myself. I nurture myself well. But tonight, I learned something deeper: to acknowledge my own work. To truly see myself.

Hearing my name spoken multiple times throughout the evening—with love, with recognition, with resonance—cracked something open inside me. It reminded me that the real work is internal: appreciating myself, seeing myself, honouring myself with the same devotion and tenderness I give to everyone else.

This journey of Self-Love through the Heart has always been the most tender path—the purest and most original path. It is how I found my way back home. It is how I returned to my Sacred Heart.

And in returning to my own heart, I began meeting others on the same path—women carrying their own stories, wounds, and remembrance. This is how Sacred Heart Valley was born.

Sacred Heart Valley wasn't created as a concept or just a facebook group. It emerged as a place inside us—a valley where hearts gather, where tenderness becomes strength, where remembrance becomes home, and where every woman finds the part of herself she once thought she lost.

The fireside conversation was not just a moment.

It was a return, a recognition, a remembering.

A reminder that every time we choose our own heart, we return each other to ours.

When we embody through the heart, we awaken the healing power that has always lived there.

I want to thank each of you with the deepest heartitude for seeing me, holding me, and witnessing me and my journey. Your presence has been a mirror reflecting back the love I am learning to give myself.

This is the sacred work—the work of returning home to our own hearts, again and again.