On healership and entrepreneurship.
This is the face of a mother—a woman who has worked, and continues to work, to transform some of the darkest memories woven into the intricate tapestry of her nervous system. Someone who has followed the fierce pull of her will her entire life, a force that has tenderly drawn her from the depths, inch by sacred inch. Someone who pushed with relentless determination to move through and rise up—all the way up—only to discover that the world isn't what she thought or was taught it would be. This is the face of heartbreak, disappointment, rage, and bone-deep exhaustion. The face of someone tirelessly fighting for all that is luminous in this world, unwilling to turn away from what must be spoken and what must be done for the healing of this place.
I want to offer you some real talk for a moment—some reflections on the realities of mothering, tending, loving, and birthing a business from the raw earth of your being. Let me begin with truth: sometimes I want to surrender completely. Sometimes I ask myself why I chose this winding path and whether it truly serves my health and wholeness. I second-guess and I doubt. The alchemy that transforms these moments comes through remembering the profound joy this mission has brought me—the deepening roots of connection to the world around me, the strengthening of my offerings and skills like muscles worked in devotion, and those sacred pauses where I sit in reverence of my own wild, untameable resilience.
Being a mother is not the gilded journey it's often portrayed to be. It holds exquisite beauty, yes, but carries equal measures of rawness, helplessness, and worry that steal your breath. Motherhood initiates you into a self-reflective healing journey that is both ugly and exhausting—unlike any other sacred work on this earth. We love with the entirety of our hearts, we advocate for our children like fierce guardians of ancient magic, we tirelessly hold space, teach, learn, solve, shapeshift, and forgive... especially ourselves.
Mothering while simultaneously creating and founding an education-based business—with the sacred intention of holding space for others to work through their own healing and release the layers that have been binding them—is the most challenging undertaking I have ever embraced. It requires my complete presence, the depths of my energy reserves, and unwavering trust that this path will unfold as it's meant to. Trust—that's the mountain I'm still learning to climb. When the two most foundational people in your life, your parents, demonstrate countless ways not to trust from your earliest days, this becomes the bedrock understanding in your psyche. You learn not to trust anyone, and you become fiercely, sometimes painfully, independent.
You see, healing isn't adorned with pretty bows—it doesn't feel good, and it demands time to free yourself from the chains of what has held you captive for lifetimes. But before you can even approach that liberation, you must return to the original wound. It seems that to unravel what no longer serves your highest good, you must understand with crystal clarity what happened to you, what your unique experience was in that pivotal moment, and how your young soul processed that experience at the time. This work is profoundly uncomfortable, and many people are understandably unwilling to dive into these depths for various and completely valid reasons.
There's a Buddhist teaching I encountered years ago that has stayed with me like a tattoo on my spirit: enlightenment is like fitting an elephant through a straw hut. When I first read those words, they settled into my bones because they were the only thing I'd found that so simply captured the experience of the deep inner healing journey. For each layer I peel away, my body responds with intensity—sometimes I feel as though I've been hit by a cosmic freight train or wrung out like an old cloth.
So, to leave a career path I had poured my entire being into for years and shift toward offering what I was truly sent to this planet to share, I had to unravel all of my previous and limiting beliefs like untangling ancient knots. I had to learn to trust again, to rebuild the stability I had lost as a child, and most importantly, to crack my heart open once more and allow myself to receive love and build authentic relationships with others. And I'll note—this is work I return to every single day, like tending a sacred garden.
I believe it's both important and fundamental that this healing work be done before or simultaneously with the building of Mountain Hollow. These two paths are deeply interwoven like roots beneath the earth—one needs the other to truly thrive. Every single one of my clients resonates deeply with what I have experienced, and this is the invisible thread that draws them to me. They are drawn because I have so willingly leaped into the deep dive of fearless healing and have moved through many of the shadows they are coming to me for support with. Because of this shared journey, I can compassionately and lovingly hold space for them. I can recognize their challenges with the ease of someone who has walked similar terrain, and I can gently support them in taking that first brave step toward being less afraid of the dive. Because that dive—that sacred plunge into your own depths—will inevitably set you free.
So if you've arrived at this post, read all the way to these words, and feel like much of this resonates in your bones, I want you to know something important: all those carefully curated images shared across social media that beautify the process of being a woman, a mother, a soul building a business from the ground up—they represent barely a sliver of what it's really like behind the scenes. The raw reality of building, creating, maintaining, and holding space to be in service to community and beyond.
While I deeply love creating images that bring me joy and capture the endless beauty of the land and sacred space where I spend most of my time, I also want to be achingly real with you. I want to share what this journey actually looks like for me, so that the people who work and learn alongside me understand what it truly takes to do this work. I want you to sit with that truth for a moment and make a choice that honors your own path.
No one has ever offered me a roadmap to navigate the wild territories of motherhood, relationships, and building a business from the dreams in your heart. Some days I genuinely wish I had been given more access to learning about these sacred arts. As I work to catch up on what I wish I had understood earlier, I hope to share my authenticity, my lived experiences, and the many resources that have carried me forward through the untamed terrain of reclaiming your own life, your own power—standing with confidence and self-love, and step by sacred step, returning to the frequency of love.
With steadiness and starlight,
Diana