The Love That Wove me

This is not what happened to me. This is what moved through me.

The Soul Protector

I didn’t grow up dreaming of marriage, or babies, or building a home.

I didn’t picture a future filled with family or softness.

I was raised in survival.

But love still found its way in.

My grandfather was my soul protector.

He didn’t need me to be easy.

He just saw me. Held me.

He gave me the memory of being safe—

and that memory stayed, even after he was gone.

My father, though deeply loved, was away more often than not.

He worked. He missed things. But when he was there, we didn’t need words.

He’d hold my hand, hug me like I was still little,

And I’d lean in.

It wasn’t perfect. But it was real.

And it taught me how love lives, even when it’s quiet.

In 2004, I met my now-husband.
I didn’t want a husband. Or children. Or forever.

But he didn’t ask me to want it.

He just stayed. And for the first time, I wanted to stay, too.

In 2006, we survived a plane crash together.

That kind of moment forges you.

It doesn’t just bond you—it brands your bones.

In 2010, we married.
In 2011, our daughter was born.

Three days later, I was diagnosed with cancer.
Later that year, he was too.

We learned how to parent and how to survive in the same breath.

And love didn’t leave.

It stayed, even when everything else cracked.

In 2016, after infertility, our second daughter arrived.

I held her. Looked into her eyes. And felt nothing.

Not joy. Not sorrow. Just… nothing.

I whispered, "I know I love you. But I don’t know you."

That’s when Reiki found me. Or maybe that’s when I found myself.

It thawed me. Slowly. Gently. And then fiercely.

It led me to the Dragon—

to the part of me that had always stayed.

In 2017, his cancer returned.
In the chaos of his treatment, I became pregnant.

The doctors advised termination.
The risks were real. The science made sense.
But my knowing was louder.

And every night, I cried myself to sleep.
Not because I doubted the love—
but because I didn’t know if I could carry the weight.

Then one night, my grandfather came to me in a dream.
He held my stomach. Didn’t speak. Just held.

I woke knowing:
She is a treasure. She is meant to stay.

A week after she was born, she turned purple in my arms.
I begged. I prayed. I screamed.

And she stayed.

She is made of fire herself.

Somewhere in all of this, I became a death doula.
Not from curiosity—
from calling.

In 2023, my father fell ill.
He looked at me and said:
"Once you become a doula, you can help me die."

And I did.

With MAiD. With hospice. With reverence.
With coffee and birds and quiet goodbyes.
I shrouded his body. And offered silence.
Because no words could hold what had just happened nor could it hold our love.

Why me?

Because I don’t flinch.
Because I know that love doesn’t end when a heart stops.
Because I see your soul—
not just your pain.
Because I live wholeheartedly,
even as I walk with a man who is dying.

I don’t fix. I hold.
I don’t rush. I witness.
I don’t offer answers. I offer presence.

Come sit with me.
Let your grief unfold.
Let your story breathe.

You are not too much.
You are not too broken.
You are already sacred.

Let’s remember together.

Maybe you're ready to be witnessed.

Maybe the grief, the love, the ache —
it’s asking for a place to be held.

Welcome to Sheri’s Place

What is Sheri’s Place?

It’s more than a business. It’s a sanctuary.
A place woven from every threshold I’ve crossed — and every soul I’ve had the honor of holding.
Through Illuminous Mythic Mentor and Opaline Care, I offer sacred presence, deep listening, practical support, and mythic healing.

Below are the ways we can walk together — when you’re ready.

Illuminous Mythic Mentor is where the fire lives—

A space for healing, energy work, reiki, and spiritual reconnection for those navigating the deep thresholds of life.

Opaline Care is where the sacred lives—

My end-of-life doula practice: sacred, practical, and rooted in the belief that we deserve presence, love, and meaning at the end, just as much as the beginning.

Where the Wild Wanders is where the mystery lives—
Offerings that resist definition. Here, we follow the intuition, the land, the seasons, and the soul’s own rhythm. Nothing forced. All invited.

Let’s take this journey together

I am honored to be a lighthouse on your path to the wisdom within.

Witness. Companion. Keeper of Fire. Holder of Thresholds.
Founder of Illuminous Mythic Mentor & Opaline Care