During COVID, I discovered online healing spaces where deep connection, vulnerable sharing, and a grounded openness to spirituality were the norm.

 

They changed my life.

 

For a long time, I only had this kind of connection online. And not just because of COVID: I’ve spent the last 11 years moving from country to country. And as an expat woman constantly adjusting to new cultures, languages, and rhythms of life, I rarely found these kinds of communities in the places I landed.

 

I was craving real connection—not just another expat mixer, not just small talk over drinks—but spaces that felt safe, grounded, emotionally alive.

And for a long time, they simply didn’t exist around me.

 

So when online spaces suddenly made them accessible, I clung to them.

They became my lifeline.

But eventually, I started craving it in real life. So when in-person events came back, I was ecstatic to finally gather again.

 

But pretty quickly… I felt disappointed.

 

After the initial excitement wore off, I realized that most events just didn’t meet the depth or authenticity I was used to. Something felt off—like I had to keep my guard up. Like we were talking, but not really connecting.

 

And I get it: I’m lucky to be part of communities where spirituality is paired with realness—where emotional safety, grounded leadership, and integrity are non-negotiables. My standards are high.

 

But too many “conscious” or “spiritual” spaces felt ungrounded, performative, or even unsafe. And the truth is:

If the facilitator isn’t fully anchored… the space won’t feel stable.

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And if there’s no energetic safety, people won’t actually relax enough to open.

 

They’ll keep their masks on.

And real connection won’t happen.

 

I kept hearing the same thing from others too:

A friend told me his female friend had tried several women’s groups but said they were all “too woo-woo” or focused on placing crystals on her body. He told me I should start my own—because my approach felt “practical.” (I call it grounded.)

 

Another friend said a men’s circle he joined completely shut down after the facilitator interrupted the first moment of real emotional depth. He left disillusioned.

 

And that was the moment I realized: This is why I’m here.

To create the kind of space I was always looking for.

 

A space where we don’t bypass the human.

A space that’s energetically clean, emotionally grounded, and safe.

A space for real women to connect in real ways.

 

And yes—for women.

 

For a long time, I resisted “women-only” spaces.

It felt cliché. Weird. Unnecessary. Cringe.

What are we gonna talk about—pads and nails? 😳😅

 

But underneath that resistance was wounding:

• Rejection of my womanhood.

• Fear of being “too much” of a woman.

• Shame for my female body....

 

And once I started healing that, I realized how deeply I needed to be in the company of women.

Not to gossip or complain. But to remember who we are—together.

 

Women’s circles aren’t about being perfect, spiritual, or soft all the time.

They’re about being seen.

Being honest.

And coming back to yourself—through connection with others.

 

That’s why I started this—right here in Medellín.