It took me decades in the wellness space to discover:

Healing isn’t about fixing what’s broken.

It’s about remembering who you’ve always been—and rooting into the truth that was there all along.

about me.

Hi, I’m Rachelle — an Inner Work Mentor, Speaker, and Somatic Guide.

For years, I thought healing was about fixing what was inherently broken within me. But through profound loss, spiritual study, and a deepening relationship with the natural world, I discovered something different.

Healing isn’t a destination. It’s a return —
a return to the love, wisdom, and wholeness that has always lived within you.

I’ve moved through seasons of grief, rebirth, entrepreneurship, motherhood, and awakening. Like the earth, I’ve learned to soften, shed, bloom, and begin again.

Today, my work is rooted in presence, guided by nature’s wisdom, and informed by practices that help you realign with your true self.

My tools? Breath. Body. The Enneagram.
And nature—always nature.

The seasons, the elements, the earth beneath our feet—they’re not just metaphors. They’re medicine.

I guide you home to yourself—
breath by breath, layer by layer, back to you.

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I help humans all over the world reconnect with their bodies, invite self-compassion into their hearts and remember the miracle of being alive.

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Breath by breath.
Layer by layer
Back to you.

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You don’t have to become someone new. You just have to remember who you are — and how to love her well.

✨

You don’t have to become someone new. You just have to remember who you are — and how to love her well. ✨

ABOUT
ME

a few tidbits

I lead with Enneagram type 7—the Illuminator of Possibility.

The visionary. The possibility seeker. The one who believes life is meant to be fully tasted.

When I’m grounded, I’m radiant, curious, and full of ideas.

When I’m stressed? I spiral into self-criticism and take on too much.

In the natural world, Sevens are the hummingbirds—quick to move, fueled by joy, always seeking sweetness. And learning, every day, to pause, land, and savour that sweet nectar.

I’ve been studying the Enneagram for nearly 20 years and teaching this potent framework since 2017. The Enneagram is more than a personality tool to me—it’s a spiritual and somatic map. A compass I use to help people break patterns, find compassion, and come home to themselves.

Discover which of the nine types you lead with to discover radical self-awareness that has the power to bring you back home to you.

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Yoga is the longest relationship I’ve ever had.

We met when I was 22—heartbroken and hungover as I was grieving the loss of my dad to a rare and aggressive cancer. I wasn’t looking for transformation, but yoga found me anyway. That first class brought me back to my breath—and back to life. In my darkest moments, I showed up. And yoga met me there.

For the first time, I devoted myself to something. Yoga held space for me to return to myself, again and again, through every chapter of life and adventure around the world.

In college, I turned my passion into a thesis project—a yoga magazine and digital community that eventually became my first wellness business after graduation that I ran for seven years: The Prairie Collective. Through events, retreats, and festivals, I shared the practices that helped me heal with others walking their own hard roads.

Over the past decade, I’ve fallen in love with guiding all kinds of movement, from yin to strength, and have deepened my studies in yoga to include breathwork, meditation, and nervous system healing. I’m endlessly grateful to the thousands of students I’ve taught and my teachers—past and present—who continue to shape me.

Helping people come home to their bodies and remember their deep connection to nature is still one of my greatest joys.

These days, I practice living my yoga off the mat too—in how I parent, in how I relate, and in how I hold space for other

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I believe awe is medicine.

It pulls us out of our heads and back into the miracle of being alive.

These days, I find awe in the simplest places: watching the sunrise over the mountains, the steam coming off my morning cup of matcha, a belly laugh with my miracle daughter.

Because this is the work, too—learning to let joy land.

At the heart of my work is this core knowing:

I believe the body holds the truth—and the breath helps us return to it.

MY
VALUES

be compassionate

be compassionate

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stay curious

stay curious

start within

start within

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MY
MISSION

I’m here to help you live your truth,
see life as the sacred adventure it is,
and heal from the inside out

—because your personal healing is a powerful act of collective transformation.

Ready to come home to yourself?

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kind words

CLIENT
LOVE

“I was feeling stuck—lost and out of purpose. Rachelle guided me on a journey inward and helped me connect the dots, speaking hard truths with kindness in a way that made me feel seen and supported.

The practices she gave me were simple, doable, and had an immediate impact. I’m now able to process my workday without carrying stress home. I feel more grounded, more present, and I actually enjoy time with my family. My relationships—with my husband, my son, my colleagues… even the dog—have all improved.”

- Denisse P.

We all have a story,

how it all began

I was raised in a family where soul work wasn’t just accepted—it was woven into the fabric of everyday life.

I grew up surrounded by star charts and soul maps. My dad was a closet astrologer. My aunt—his sister—introduced me to the Enneagram when I was 15. Ancient wisdom, intuition, and inner inquiry were part of our language.

From an early age, I was encouraged to ask deeper questions. To look beneath the surface. To defy convention and chart my own path.

I wish my dad could see me now—over a decade into working for myself, sharing spiritual teachings and sacred tools that help others come home to themselves. He passed away 20 years ago, but his reverence for the natural world and the unseen still guides everything I do.

Of course, I had to walk through my own seasons of loss, burnout, and becoming to get here.

And I’ve learned that healing isn’t about fixing—it’s about remembering.

Over the last ten years, I’ve guided thousands through breathwork, movement, and mindfulness. I’ve taught at retreats, universities, studios, and inside corporate boardrooms.

But the heart of this work?
It lives in the quiet, powerful moments when someone feels safe enough to soften.
To breathe a little deeper.
To meet themselves with compassion, maybe for the first time.

Because if there’s one thing I know for sure:
Your story matters.
And how you relate to it… changes everything.

HERE’S
MINE

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The path home to yourself is sacred, slow, and wildly worth it.

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The path home to yourself is sacred, slow, and wildly worth it. ✨

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Becoming the Woman
I Needed

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After always knowing I was meant to be a mom, I was told—at 31 years old— that I’d never have a baby of my own.

At the time, I was still grieving the sudden loss of my younger brother, and had been carrying the ache of my father’s absence for almost a decade. Infertility felt like another loss—another door slammed shut on the life I had always dreamed of.

It took three years of deep healing before things started to shift. Three years of unbecoming, of surrendering, of peeling back everything I wasn’t in order to find who I really was.

And then with heaps of surrender—and science!—our miracle, Sky, was born.

Her arrival didn’t mean my healing was complete—it meant it was just beginning. Because I knew the environment she would grow up in—the emotional safety, the presence, the softness—would start with me.

After a tumultuous childhood and a complicated relationship with my own mother, I knew: I had to do it differently. I had to become the woman I needed as a child, for her.

That’s when I knew: healing isn’t just personal. It’s ancestral. It’s relational. It’s the most sacred work we can do.

MY WHY

FOREVER
GRIEVING AND GROWING

Which brings me
to you, lovely.

If you’re here, chances are you’ve been through something too.
Maybe it cracked you open. Maybe it left you untethered.
Or maybe it woke something in you that refuses to go back to sleep.

You’re not broken. You’re becoming.

I created this work to be a soft place to land—a space for truth-telling, nervous system healing, spiritual grounding, and soul-level remembering.

Whether you’re navigating grief, burnout, big transitions, or just craving a deeper sense of meaning… you’re in the right place.

And while I may not know your whole story yet, I do know this: There’s more available to you. More joy. More ease. More presence. More of you.

You don’t have to do it alone.

So, what if this is the moment everything begins to shift? Not because you try harder—but because you stop pretending you have to do it alone. Let’s clear the path, soften the edges, and walk toward the life that’s been whispering to you all along. You ready?

IT’S YOUR
TIME.

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