My Journey into Sound Healing

 

My Journey Into Sound Healing

A story of sensitivity, curiosity, and coming home to vibration

As a young child, my fears were strong - sometimes overwhelming.
My mom used to say I was scared of my own shadow, and in many ways, she wasn’t wrong. I felt everything deeply. Sounds, moods, energy in a room - it all landed in my body before I had words for it.

Dance became my language.

Through movement, I could express what I couldn’t explain. My body found freedom, rhythm, and regulation long before I understood those words. Dance didn’t just become my passion - it became my career, my anchor, and my way of making sense of the world.

As life unfolded, a pattern began to emerge.

Whenever something truly captured my interest, I didn’t just dabble - I dove in. I researched. I studied.  I practiced until I understood it deeply. Not because I believe I can “master everything,” but because my curiosity is strong and sincere. I want to understand things fully - especially when they help people feel better in their bodies and in themselves.

That curiosity has guided every chapter of my life.

During the pandemic, when my studio was struggling to survive, I turned to sewing. What began as making masks out of necessity turned into creative expression- art, care, and resilience stitched together.
With aromatherapy, a friend first introduced me to essential oils, but I wanted more than surface-level information. I needed structure, safety, and depth - so I pursued certification. The same happened with herbalism. And fascia work. And movement education.

Each time, the question was the same:
How does this support the nervous system, the body, and the human experience as a whole?

At Motion Arts, we call ourselves a wellness center - not because it sounds good, but because it reflects an ongoing search. From ballet to Gyrotonic, from massage to fascia release, from breath to herbs, I was always asking:

What’s next? 
What’s missing? 
What supports people more fully?

Sound and vibration began to answer that question.

When I first started following the work of Vickie Gould and Life Changing Energy, I had no idea where it would lead. I was curious—but also cautious. I didn’t yet have language for what I was feeling, only a deep sense that this mattered.

Then I came across the water research of Masaru Emoto

and suddenly, everything clicked.

Emoto studied how water responds to sound, words, music, and intention. In his experiments, water exposed to harmonious sounds and positive words formed beautifully structured crystals when frozen, while water exposed to harsh sounds or negative words formed chaotic, distorted patterns.

Whether viewed through a scientific lens, a symbolic one, or somewhere in between, his work planted an important seed for me:

If water responds to vibration… and we are mostly water… then vibration matters.

Sound is not just something we hear.
It is something we feel.
Something that moves through us.

This understanding helped me bridge the gap between movement, breath, fascia, and sound. It gave language to something I had sensed for a long time - that healing doesn’t always require effort. Sometimes, it requires resonance.

If you’re curious to explore this perspective further, Masaru Emoto’s book The Hidden Messages in Water offers a fascinating doorway into the relationship between vibration, intention, and the body.
You can also explore more about his work here:

https://youtu.be/1qQUFvufXp4

This realization shifted everything.

What began as curiosity became a path. A study. A commitment. And in September 2024, I became a certified Master Sound Healer.

Today, my studio is filled with instruments - each with its own voice, texture, and frequency. Bowls, gongs, chimes, tuning forks. But more importantly, it’s filled with intention: to create spaces where people can soften, regulate, release, and reconnect.

Sound healing isn’t something I added

It’s something that wove itself naturally into everything I already was.

This journey is still unfolding.
And the story continues…

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