🌷 Let Yourself Be Seen: A Spring Equinox Love Letter for Sensitive Souls
A spring reflection for sensitive, deep-feeling souls slowly emerging into visibility.
Spring stirs something ancient and tender in us—the instinct to emerge, to stretch toward light, to be seen. And yet, for the sensitive soul, this unfurling can feel like both a calling and a risk.
Recently on Instagram, I asked: What energy are you stepping into this spring? 40% of you responded with: “Being seen, sharing my gifts, creativity.” I felt that in my bones—because I’ve been sitting with the very same invitation.
In Maine, winter lingers long. The contrast between seasons is one that the sensitive mind, body, and spirit registers deeply.
During my last house-sitting job near Portland, Maine, I found myself gazing out the kitchen window each morning as I made my tea, watching the snow and ice slowly melt away from the backyard. Just a week earlier, the yard had been blanketed in white—but now, each morning revealed more of the earth.
That slow thaw stirred something inside me as I sipped my tea and reflected on the days ahead.
I can be dramatic in winter’s depths—convinced the light will never return, lamenting the loss of warmth, busyness, and movement. But it always does. And each spring, in its quiet and steady way, brings a profound sense of hope, joy, and possibility.
In truth, though winter may be long and spring awakening slow, we need all of the seasons of our lives to become the version of ourselves that we can feel proud of.
On a walk the other day, I heard the first birds of the season.
Their song felt like a message just for me: You’re waking up too. Your song is returning. Let it be heard.
In today’s post, I want to recognize the Spring Equinox and recall all the previous Spring’s of my life. Not just for my own sake, but for the sake of my friends out there in the world walking a path similar to mine–one of continuous unfolding, self-discovery, personal growth, heart opening, and spiritual awakening.
🌿 Seasons of Becoming: My Experience of Spring Awakening (2021–2025)
Every spring since the birth of The Nourished Sensitive has peeled back another layer of the protective shell I developed around myself—really, since the day I was born.
🌱 Spring 2021 — England & Connecticut
The first Spring found me in England, where I would walk the old Hampstead Cemetery in Fortune Green daily—come rain, snow, or shine. I loved watching the tiny snowdrop flowers—those brave, delicate signs of life—pushing up through the snow. They became my personal symbol of hope and softness through COVID and my therapy healing journey.
That season, I was quietly letting old parts of myself die. I was learning to connect with the unseen, the liminal spaces between worlds. I wrote poems. I listened to the trees. I walked with the spirits of the place. It was a time of deep spiritual awakening and remembrance—of both new beginnings and ancient wisdom.
Later that same Spring saw me back in the States, living at an Airbnb in Eastern Connecticut and venturing out on daily excursions into the woods to calm the anxiety and panic that had set in since returning. I turned to nature as a teacher and source of belonging and found sanctuary in the Allenach-Wolf Woodlands—where wildflowers bloomed and a pond thawed day by day as I sat on a little bench watching beavers build their dam. Life kept showing me it continued—no matter how scared, lifeless, or frozen I felt on the inside.
🌷 Spring 2022 — Seattle
Next Spring brought me back to Seattle, where I delighted in every blooming neighborhood garden and solo park adventure.
That was the season I began working with my very first clients at TNS, growing into the creative leader I had always wanted to be.
It was an exciting time of new growth. A respite from the pain, fear, and suffering I had walked through the Spring before.
🌧 Spring 2023 — New England Cabin
Spring 2023 found me back in New England, living in my parent’s little cabin from the 1940s. It was a chrysalis season—one of deep transformation, endless rain, and emotional unraveling. I cried. I rested. I rebuilt. I unraveled. I grieved. And I met the most important work of my life: learning to love myself and lead with a full, open heart.
🌞 Spring 2024 — A Threshold Season in NH
This was a time of deep ancestral healing and self-discovery. I entered a sacred chapter of closing centuries-old wounds, weaving new threads of connection with parts of myself and my lineage that had long been calling for attention.
I began to travel more, wandering gardens in new landscapes like the lush botanical sanctuaries of Central Florida. I made new friendships, opened to new interests, and uncovered a light inside me I had forgotten—or perhaps had never fully met before.
In May, I attended a Mother’s Day weekend retreat in Connecticut focused on healing the mother wound and drove home to a rainbow shining through a dark cloudy sky over Hartford. On my way, I returned to Allenach-Wolf Woodlands to plant new seeds—both metaphorical and real—and to sit with the version of me who had come so far.
That Spring, I also witnessed my first total solar eclipse, standing beside a waterfall in Northern NH with dear friends as the world went quiet under the shadow of the moon.
In that awe-filled moment, I made a vow to the Universe: I am ready to see my worth.
It wasn’t long after that I began letting myself be seen in a bigger way—creatively, professionally, and spiritually. I partnered with a brand designer (@verobranding) to reimagine the vision I had carried for The Nourished Sensitive since the beginning.
It was an act of devotion—not just to the work, but to myself.
I remember the first day we started our work together, I saw a butterfly.
It was a time of deep remembering and being seen—not just by Vero, who helped bring my heart and soul to life—but by Leah. I realized that I was so much more than the thoughts in my head. Self-love was no longer just a concept; I was starting to feel it in my body. I was starting to understand that I too deserved the love I freely offered.
It wasn’t too long after this little excursion that I began letting myself be seen in a bigger way—creatively, professionally, and spiritually. I chose to partner with a brand designer (@verobranding) to reimagine the vision I had carried for The Nourished Sensitive since the beginning. It was an act of devotion, not just to the work, but to myself. A claiming of the beauty, depth, and clarity I had always known lived inside this space—and inside me. The first day we started our work together, I saw a butterfly fly by the window, and I still don’t know how because it was April in Maine.
It was a time of deep remembering and being seen–not just by Vero who helped me bring my heart and soul to life–but by myself as I realized that I was so much more than the thoughts in my head. Self-love was no longer just a concept, I was starting to understand what it meant in a more embodied way through the eyes of kind soul who knew that inside me was a rainbow. Vero who brought out my multidimensional magic for all to see. It took me some time before I could fully embody what she created for me. Before I was truly ready to be what she saw in my heart–or at least pulled out of it.
And now here we are, this Spring, and I feel a full-circle moment. A readiness to step into my gifts more fully. To travel by myself and discover new parts of who I am beyond the confines of the previous cages I’ve lived in. To allow myself to be seen—not just personally, but through The Nourished Sensitive as it takes deeper root.
With a new calendar of offerings—Seed Starter Workshops, Nourished Sensitive Dialogues, Sensitive Sanctuary Circles, and Blooming With Guest Sessions—I’m not just planting seeds that won’t be seen–I’m letting them fully emerge and bloom.
🌷 Reflection:
What does spring stir in you this year?
Where are you beginning to feel ready to be seen?
💗 A Love Letter for Your Becoming: A Soft Invitation to Step Forward and Let Your Light Shine (From Within).
If you’re feeling the tug to emerge this spring and let yourself be seen in your business or creative projects—even just a little bit—I want you to know this:
You don’t have to be completely ready. You don’t have to have it all figured out.
You don’t have to wait until the fear is gone. You just have to take one brave breath and let yourself step forward—imperfect, trembling, and real.
There is a kind of beauty that only exists when we show up in our becoming. When we allow ourselves to be seen not as the final version, but as we are right now—messy, radiant, in-process, doing it out of pure love.
Whether you're sharing your art, your truth, your ideas, your feelings, or simply your presence—your visibility is a gift. Not just to the world, but to yourself. And this is especially true for sensitive humans who have so much to contribute.
Every time you let yourself be seen, just know that you are building the kind of safety within yourself that can’t be given by anyone else. You become the witness you’ve been waiting for and learn to meet your authentic self–one tiny planted seed at a time.
Maybe this is the deepest nourishment of all–to see ourselves in a new light and to know that ours is a special beam that we alone can cast upon this world.
🌷 Final Reflection Prompt:
Where are you ready to be seen—just a little more—this spring?
What truth or gift inside you is asking to come forward?