Befriend your body. Rewrite the story of your life.
Dear beautiful –
From the bottom of my wisdom heart, thank you for purchasing an intuitive healing session. Your session can be booked any time over the next 30 days. Due to the nature of this work, refunds are not possible for unused sessions.
Your next step is to get on the schedule. 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 mama@sevamama.com (I always keep a few secret appointment times for my clients).
In your intuitive healing session we will explore your body, your experience of life, your relationships — whatever you give me permission to see. Together, we will look at the stories you tell yourself through a new lens — one that looks beyond the surface and deep into your very purpose for being.
My promise is to be kind, compassionate, and absolutely confidential as we walk through your process.
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.
Either way, I’ll record the session and send it to you within 48 hours of our meeting so you can revisit what we talk about and continue to mine for the gold that’s there.
I look forward to serving you and the greatness within.
Much love,
Sonja
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
How motherhood slowed me down
It’s just after 1:00 p.m. My three-year-old daughter and I make the slow walk from her school back to our home. It is a walk that takes me seven minutes alone, but with her, we take about a half hour. It’s filled with questions: What’s that flower? What’s under that pile of leaves? Why is that man walking? And of course, there is time to say hello to her friend Gustavo, who owns the hardware store down the street.
This is her time. A time to meander and to not be pushed. A space to become fully immersed in that timeless state of childhood that I am sad to admit is not possible in all other parts of her day.
When the clock strikes midnight
I’m not going out tonight.
We have an invitation. A party under the stars and next to a fire, filled with people we love. But I am tired. So I will stay in instead.
The revolution
My daughter called to me from her carseat, her voice tinged with sleep. The four-hour drive to our new home in a small Mexican town was overlapping with her naptime, but there was no other way to do it. The road was empty except for us, so I picked her up out of her carseat, wrapped her in my scarf, and nursed her to sleep on my lap. As she dozed in my arms, I watched a dog take off running at top speed along a row of restaurants. Something about the freedom of its movement, unhindered by cages or leashes, stirred some ancient part of me.
“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40