Yesterday, I was creating a playlist for a group breathwork class, Reader.
It's something I love doing, especially when I know the right music helps people feel safe enough to soften, let go, and breathe.
If you’ve done breathwork with me more than once, you probably know the song Home by Mama Yaya. It’s the one I almost always play at the end of our sessions 😉
While I was adding it to the playlist, I felt this unexpected wave of emotion. I realized it had made it onto almost every playlist I created this year.
I was hit with this deep, full-body gratitude.
Because it reminded me of what an incredible privilege it's been to hold space for you, to witness your breath, your tears, your letting go.
As you may already know, this year has been incredibly hard for me and my family. I won't sugarcoat that.
This has been a year filled with deep grief for me, the kind that lingers and reshapes you as you move through it.
And while I've been guiding you, this deep-healing work with you has also been guiding me.
Reader, helping you come home to yourself has, in so many ways, brought me home to myself as well.
If you noticed my newsletters went quiet for a while, you’re not wrong.
It started as an accidental pause.
Then, I made the intentional choice not to return until it felt honest and grounded.
Sometimes life throws us for a loop.
And there’s no shame in resting.
Or asking for help.
That’s what I’ve been doing, and practicing.
Rachel, my creative consulting coach, helped me sort through the business-side heaviness I didn’t even realize I’d been carrying.
And just last week, I finally made it back to therapy with Sarah, something I hadn’t had the capacity for until now.
The grief. The responsibilities. The trying-to-hold-it-all.
It left very little room for anything else.
But I reached a point where I knew I couldn’t carry it alone anymore.
Piece by piece, I’ve been coming back to myself.
And lately… I’ve felt the spark returning, not just to hold space in the studio and online with you (that never left), but the capacity to write to you again. To be here in your inbox with something real to say.
In fact, I’ve been quietly working on something new...
A gentle but powerful end-of-year group ritual experience.
It’s part journaling, part breathwork, part soul-reminder.
And there’s even something you’ll carry with you into the new year, a physical symbol of the person you’re becoming.
More on that next week. 💫
But if you’re ready for a reset now…
My annual Holiday Sale is open through January 31st.
And while breathwork, tarot, yoga, or self-care won’t magically fix everything…
They can help you exhale again.
They can bring you back into your body.
They can make you feel like yourself, not someone performing “being okay.”
You don’t have to go all-in.
You can start small and build momentum.
And because I know what it’s like to budget and save up, you’ve got time.
No pressure.
Just a moment to check in with what you need.
Whether you're ready for a full energetic reset, or just need a single breath to remind you you're still here, there’s something in the sale to meet you where you are.
✨ Private healing sessions
✨ Breathwork bundles and on-demand courses
✨ Energy + clarity intensives
✨ Self-care packages for your nervous system
✨ Courses up to 47% off (until Jan 31)
If you’ve been waiting for a sign to begin again, gently, this might be it.
And if none of that feels urgent right now, that’s okay too.
Because the truth is, this work is about more than picking a package or finding the “right” time.
It’s about choosing to come home to yourself… when you’re ready.
That’s the choice I’ve been making, too.
I’ve been in it this year too, Reader.
I’ve needed people to hold space for me.
I’ve had to remember, again and again, that I don’t have to do it all alone.
And maybe you do too.
Because healing isn’t something that just happens to you.
It’s something you meet, breath by breath.
Quietly. Repeatedly. Sometimes with tears. Sometimes with music.
You don’t have to start over.
You just have to decide: I’m not staying stuck.
And when you do, support rises to meet you.
Every time.
There’s still time to soften.
To shift.
To choose something new.
I’ll be back next week to share more about the ritual I’m creating, but for now, if you need a breath?
My door’s open.
PS: If you already know you want to be part of the end-of-year workshop, click here to let me know. I’ll send the early details to you first.
Sending lots of love your way,
— Francisca Hernandez
Breathe Deeply | Connect Consciously | Thrive Wholeheartedly!
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