we all have a voice that's waiting to be Heard

Heard Word Meditation was born from the urge to release what lies beneath.

The language that begs to surface from the depths of the soul.

The emotions that aren’t felt or understood.

The shameful shadows, the repressed desires.

Words romance the soul, increasing imagination and opening the heart. In the state of meditation, our eyes close as we peer lovingly into our inner world, leaning on the strength of our senses to guide us somewhere new. It reinforces the intensity of the underworld, things unseen. We don’t fear it, we witness it with grace. And in doing so, we find the courage to forgive ourselves for hiding it all away. We re-emerge transformed, radiating profound self-love and accepting ourselves as we are.

 My Story

As a shy girl, I grew up wrapped in the sensitivity that bathed my inner world. Sweet yet fearful, I was frozen in stillness. My heart trembled at the edges of the world. I gazed at pictures more than words, letting my imagination become my reality. In first grade, I was diagnosed with double vision in my right eye, casting shadows on my ability to read and forcing me into corrective therapy. In the same year, a strange illness similar to mono swept me into weeks of isolation, and in that stillness, I felt myself drift further from the rhythm of others.

   

In time, books became my sanctuary, the written word my refuge. My world of introspection was a place where I could quietly exist without the noise of the outside. With my soft demeanor and open heart, I became a good listener to friends. In those shared moments of connection, I stayed close. But in absorbing others' stories, I lost my own. A cloud was cast over my feeling body, letting my words sit quietly in the dark rather than spoken.

I did not yet know that my feelings were the quiet messengers of truth, signaling me toward something deeper. I was not lost—only ashamed, driven by an unease I could not name. To reclaim myself, I would need to face the very pain I had long denied, to embrace the part of me that I had tried so hard to forget. Only through this reckoning could I learn to feel again, to listen not just to others, but to the silent voice within me.

I am just like you—another soul trying to navigate my internal world with passion and courage. We each have a story to share and to feel, in all its imperfections, whether we know it yet or not. I invite you to explore the beautiful abyss that is you, guiding you back to where your true nature feels at home.