Befriend your body. Rewrite the story of your life.
Dear beautiful –
From the top of my heart, thank you for purchasing an intuitive reading.
Your next step is to schedule your session. Visit my Calendly page here and pick a time that works for you. If you can’t find a time that works, email me at sonja@yourbodystory.com (I always keep a few secret appointment times). Your purchase is valid for use any time in the next 30 days.
In this intuitive guidance session we will explore the energetic origins of your relationship with your body, your personal power, your sexuality – whatever you desire to be witnessed. Together, we will look at the stories you tell yourself through a new lens — one that looks beyond the surface into your soul’s desires.
Your session is entirely confidential. You will receive a recording of our time together, but I don’t retain the recordings after I’ve sent them to you.
After you’ve scheduled your appointment, you can begin to think about what you’d like to focus on. Jot some thoughts down or spend a moment asking what you want to be revealed.
I look forward to seeing you.
Much love,
Sonja
P.S. If you’re looking for ongoing work, take a look at Emotional Alchemy. We’ll meet twice monthly or once weekly to help you regain your sense of personal agency and learn to improve your relationships of all kinds.
In Your Words
“I am a changed person because of Sonja and so are my relationships.”
"I was surprised by how well Sonja really listened to me, and not just my words. She is present, and thus can find the deeper expression among all the rambling and 'I don’t knows.'"
"Sonja is a wise, authentic guide teaching deep and mind-blowing truths using a fun, light-hearted approach.
After each session, I feel more in touch with my intuition and filled with optimism."
The Journal
Karma yoga (on the path of motherhood)
I like the skins on sweet potatoes. I enjoy their texture and I like knowing that there are nutrients in them. I also don’t particularly like peeling them. It adds an extra step that is not necessary, which makes a difference in the limited time I have to cook us a meal. But she doesn’t like them. If I leave the skins on anything — sweet potatoes, carrots, grapes, even chickpeas — she sticks out her tongue and spits until the offending characters out of her mouth. Perhaps the texture is too much for her smooth baby tongue. Or maybe she doesn’t have the right technique to adequately grind the skins down with these new teeth of hers. My job is to smooth the rough road ahead of her, so I peel the sweet potatoes before I put them in the food we will share.
This too with love
I lived on Kauai for the past two years. During that time I never seemed to see the news. No one I knew had televisions and I almost never saw a paper. But as we are transitioning our life to Mexico, I have been stationed at my in-laws’ house in a suburban purgatory for a month. This is my vacation to the rest of the world. Here, the news is a part of life.
It’s not that I value being uninformed. Quite the contrary. It is that I value learning what I need to learn without taking a healthy dose of fear alongside it. It is possible to do this, though it does take a bit of work because everyone has a slant, including me.
How I learned to become an Ayurvedic baker (plus a recipe for cookies you can eat for breakfast)
When I was in my early twenties, I woke very, very early and hauled myself into a kitchen of a cafe in Boulder, Colorado. I flipped on the lights at 5:00 a.m., turned on the ovens, and spent my morning hefting gigantic trays of steaming muffins, pies, and cookies from back of house to front.
Baking has been in my DNA since I was born, and it was delicious fun to live out my childhood fantasies as a professional baker. But as much as I loved spreading the perfect cream cheese frosting on a carrot cake, this new direction kept appearing for me. At the same time I was learning to perfect my cheesecake recipe, I was learning about the effects of refined sugar on my body. I was whipping up layer cakes while doing candida cleanses, and suddenly it just fell apart. I left my job as a sugarplum drug dealer and sadly tucked my apron deep into the back of my pantry.
“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40