Sarah - Méditation Journey

November, you were so sweet. 🤍

A month full of love, celebration, and connection.
We celebrated our baby’s first birthday (still can’t believe it 🥹),
Traveled across oceans, Portugal to meet my family, and Israel to be with my husband’s.

So much love, so many memories.
My heart feels full and grounded. What a gift this season has been. ✨

The Day I Was Reborn

Getting closer to the day I gave birth, a year ago.
I can’t stop thinking about that rite of passage.

40 hours of labor.
3 hours of pushing.
Unmedicated. In a birth center.
I caught my own baby, and it was the most beautiful moment of my life.

We went home just hours later, wrapped in the soft chaos of new life, new love, new everything.

When I look back, I don’t even recognize myself.
I wasn’t “me.”
I was pure instinct, a wild, primal woman meeting her own power for the first time.
A woman at her edge, realizing she could go even further.

Birth is a dance between worlds, between body and soul, mother and baby, earth and spirit.
The divine feminine remembering herself.
It’s messy, holy, raw, sacred.

Labor taught me surrender, to trust my body when my mind wanted control.
To go inward, deeper than I ever thought possible.

Pushing taught me to listen, to my body, my baby, and that sacred rhythm between us.

Pushing is power.
Labor is faith.
Each wave a lesson in surrender.
Each breath a bridge between my baby and me.

Birth is not just the arrival of a child.
It’s the creation of a mother.

And I’m endlessly grateful this was my story —
that I got to birth my baby like this.
That I got to birth myself, too. 🤍

That day, I gave birth to him.
But I also gave birth to me —
a softer, stronger, more grounded version of myself.

And today, I honor her —
the woman who roared.
The woman who trusted.
The woman who rose.
The woman who became a mother.

October was so full of teaching, tenderness, and love.

1. Family really is everything. My heart belongs to these two. 🤍
2. Hiking again now that the air has cooled, what a gift.
3. Breastfeeding and doing my Hebrew lesson on the way to Yosemite… multitasking mama mode.
4. Our first national park as a family of three 5. Yosemite, you were pure magic.
6. Just a little love in between moments.
7. Another hike, another nap for Ori
8. Time with .rivera_ in Topanga
9. A few cozy days in OC, staycation bliss.
10. Solo parenting for a few days… earned myself a cookie and a matcha.
11. Grateful for sister time with .rivera_
12. Nature’s beauty still takes my breath away.
13. My first pumpkin patch and sharing it with .caitlin_ and our little ones
14. Breath, resilience, and patience, my biggest teachers this month.
15. And finally, Aba is back home.

Feeling grounded, grateful and ready for November’s magic✨

My baby turns one next month.

And lately, I’ve been remembering that last month of pregnancy, the excitement, the nerves, the quiet joy before everything changed.

This year went by so fast. So many firsts. So much growth, for him, for me, for us.

Time has never felt more sacred. I’m grateful I allowed myself to slow down, to be present, to soak it in.

He might not remember his first year…
but I will, every soft morning, every contact nap, his first everything, our nursing journey, every moment that made me a mother. 🤍

September photo dump 💛 tender + sweet

• 6 years married + Hermano Gutiérrez concert (the music I birthed Ori to 🥹)
• Contact naps for days
• Witnessed one of my best friends welcome her baby earthside, pure emotion + magic ✨
• Nourishing food, always 🍲
• Silly time + Ori’s first steps 🥰
• Chocolate croissant because I'm French and my soul needed it
• Cooked nourishing meals for a mama
• Morning walks + HPP training
• Me-time movement class that was 🔥
• Love + quality time with my boys 🤍

Grateful for all the moments.

Early motherhood is a season of contradictions. 🌙

Sometimes I regret not saying yes to more before baby, the spontaneous trips, the wild freedom, new experiences. There’s grief in that.

But there’s also expansion. A new version of me that’s softer, wiser, and deeply rooted in love.

Motherhood holds both: the FOMO and the fullness, the longing and the gratitude.

This season is asking me to accept it all, the dual emotions, the messy feelings, the paradox of becoming.

Because that’s what matrescence is: grief and growth, side by side.

Baby is growing so fast… some days I can hardly keep up 😭

I’ve been exclusively nursing since the beginning and it’s been one of the most special parts of our journey—bonding, calming, a rhythm that feels like a part of us. And if I’m honest, the thought of weaning scares me—not just because it will end but because it’s been such a big part of our everyday lives: the contact naps, the bedtime snuggles, the quiet comfort, and the peace.

People always tell you how quickly it goes… but it feels even faster when you’re living it.

So for now, I’m soaking it all in, the feeds, the naps, the closeness. Because these everyday moments? They’re actually the big ones. ♥️

August in snapshots ☀️

Lots of contact naps, morning flowers + walks, puppy + baby kisses, and soaking in all the cuteness that is Ori

Sweet dates, Alabama Shakes, ocean tippytoes dip, a floating soundbath, Closing of the bones ceremony and… officially launched Holy Mama Sanctuary

August, you were tender, magical, and full of love

Holy Mama is here ♡

I built this from my own motherhood journey, the parts no one prepares you for.

Pregnancy and postpartum are not just about your body changing. They’re life-shifting experiences. You are becoming a new version of yourself, stronger, softer, and more powerful than you know.

I’m here to make sure you don’t walk that path alone.
⊹ Nourishing food delivered to your door
⊹ Rituals that calm your body and spirit
⊹ A safe space where you feel seen and held

This is the support I wish every mama had and now I get to offer it to you.

Follow along for recipes, rituals, and real-talk about keeping motherhood sacred ✨

A New Chapter Begins ♡

This space is evolving, just like I am.

For a while now, I’ve felt a quiet pull in my heart, a calling to share more than just glimpses of my life.

Becoming a mother has transformed me in ways I could never have imagined.
Pregnancy, birth, and postpartum have been my greatest teachers, showing me the depth of a woman’s strength, the vulnerability of being cracked open, and the profound beauty of being held during life’s most sacred transitions.

From that transformation, Holy Mama was born. 💛

A sanctuary where I share recipes, rituals, reflections, and offerings for women in pregnancy and postpartum, not just to survive, but to feel deeply nourished, supported, and truly seen.

Sacred care, soul-centered rituals, and nourishing meals, for the mother and the woman she is becoming.

If you’ve been here for my personal journey, thank you for walking alongside me.
If you’re new, welcome. I can’t wait to share this next chapter with you.

This is still me, just more of the me I’ve been becoming.
Let’s walk this sacred path together ☾

📸: Me pregnant • Me as a mama • The Holy Mama symbol, a story in three chapters ⋆