Recently, someone described my work in a way I was initially uncomfortable with…
I stopped when I heard those words.
I had once entertained the idea of becoming a Death Doula, but I had never thought of myself as a Soul Doula. In fact, I had never even heard those two words put together.
Initially, I resisted the idea. I certainly didn’t see myself as someone who had the answers for another person’s soul.
But there was something about those words that resonated deeply.
A doula doesn’t create the life that is being born. She doesn’t determine what it will become. She holds space, witnesses, supports and remains present while something deeply personal unfolds.
And perhaps there is something of that in the work I do.
When I journey with someone through the Akashic realms, I don’t know beforehand where we will go or what will arise. I listen. I witness. I trust. I follow what is being revealed and hold a protected space for the experience to unfold.
Sometimes what emerges is healing. Sometimes remembering. Sometimes release. Sometimes something entirely unexpected.
But the journey belongs to the person, not to me.
Perhaps a Soul Doula is someone who stands quietly at the threshold while another person moves through an experience that allows them to remember something of themselves that has always been there.
And in that sense, perhaps these words do describe something of my work.
Holding space as another person sheds what is no longer theirs to carry and remembers more of who they truly are.
To witness another person move through their own healing and transformation, without directing the journey or determining what it should become.
Simply holding space for their own Sacred Remembering.