Remembering the Way of Rhythm & Womb

. Voice . Birth . Liberation .

A return to the Earth Body

We were spirit before we were form.
Because of the Mother, we have bodies.

MAA is a space to come home to voice, to body, to Earth, to the sacred source of Life.

Whether you are preparing to birth new life or healing the wounds of your own birth story, MAA invites you into deeper listening: to your rhythms, your roots, and your right to take up space with your sound.

Through vocal therapy, somatic practice, and ancestral remembering, we mother ourselves and each other gently, fiercely, and together.

The Heart behind MAA


MAA rose from the cracks, the silence, the deep grief, is the longing to root deeper into the body, the Earth, and the wisdom of the voice.

In many cultures, “Maa” is one of the first words spoken. It’s instinctive, primal, ancient. In Sanskrit, it carries layers of meaning origin, dissolution, the sound of creation and comfort. It is both the human mother and the cosmic one. The Earth and the breath. The belly and the soul.

But in this space, MAA is also a practice. A way of listening to the body as teacher. Of facing grief, disconnection, and trauma with tenderness and truth. It’s a way of remembering what colonization tried to make us forget, we belong to each other, and to this land.

As a birth companion and vocal therapist, I keep the fire for the ones walking between worlds for those birthing life, birthing themselves, or healing the ruptures of their lineage.

This is not a space for perfection. It’s a space for truth. For tenderness. For remembrance.

It’s for the ones asking:

How do I prepare to mother the future with integrity?

How do I reclaim my sound, my story, my body?

How do I navigate trauma and power while staying rooted in love?

In MAA, we explore voice as medicine, birth as initiation, and the body as sacred ground. We lean into discomfort. We let sound guide us home.

MAA wasn’t something I created, it’s something I remembered.

MAA is not a program.

It’s a place to land, to return to what’s already in you : the knowing in your womb, the sound of your true voice.

This is a space for anyone walking the path of voice, birth, and belonging.

We walk together here.
We listen.
We breathe.
We let the silences open into something real.

MAA is for those unraveling the systems we’ve inherited while reclaiming the deep rhythms of Life. Here, we tend to the voice as a portal for intention and awareness, the mothering instinct, and the pulsing intelligence of the womb physical or energetic.

Through MAA, I offer spaces to...

  • Reclaim your voice through decolonial sound and nervous system work

  • Prepare for birth with rhythm, breath, and ancestral connection

  • Tend your lineage and root into the body before conception

  • Mother yourself & other selves through care, truth, and liberation

Relating, Instead of Guiding

Deconstructing “Mentor,” “Teacher,” and the Wellness Gaze


In this space, I am not a teacher. Not a mentor. Not a guide sitting above you.
I come as a witness, a weaver, a woman walking alongside you.

Here, we meet in relationship instead of hierarchy.
We meet as people in process, in practice, in passage.
Birthing, conceiving, grieving, transforming, not in linear steps, but in spirals. Teaching each other through being. Learning through listening. Holding space not as experts, just human.

MAA is not here to perfect you. It’s here to hold what’s true. To gently unhook from the wellness culture that tells us to “fix” ourselves in order to be whole, healed, or worthy.

Instead, we invite the paradox:
That we can feel broken and full.
That we can grieve and grow.
That healing might look like making space for what hurts, instead of trying to disappear it.

This is not a performance of peace. It’s a living relationship with the mystery.

MAA is not a destination. It’s a field of remembering where we tend to what’s alive in us, together.
Where your humanity is welcome and your story is held.

Meet me Here


My name is Yara, and there was a time when I couldn’t hear myself.
Not my voice, not my truth, not my longing.
I was surviving, numb, disconnected, performing a life that wasn’t mine.

Addiction helped me numb what I didn’t know how to face.
Alone in recovery, I began to see how far I’d drifted.
That moment became the beginning of my return.
Not just to my voice, but to my body, my ancestors, my soul.

Since then, I’ve walked a path of remembering through grief, through ceremony, through birth-work, shadow work, and the long devotion to truth.
This space is not about guiding you.
It’s about relating.
We meet as humans, as storytellers, as kin walking each other home.

Tending Together


We’ll be tending the fire.
We’ll sing the songs.
This is where we meet, one-on-one, in ceremony.

Each offering is an invitation to slow down and be with what’s real grief, rebirth, ancestral memory, or something unnamed that’s been quietly asking for your attention.

These sessions aren’t treatments. They are not coaching.
They are relational rituals, spaces for honest connection.
Spaces to be witnessed.
To feel what has no had words.
To remember what has been lost or buried.

If you are moving through loss, standing at a threshold, feeling far from your voice or your lineage you welcome here. You don’t need to have it all figured out. You don’t need to say it perfectly. You just need to come as you are. Willing to be witnessed.

This is a place to come closer.
To remember in good company.

Rhythms of Life

3 month 1:1 mentorship to decolonize Life through somatic attunement, ancestral wisdom, relational liberation, and living in rhythm with self, others, and Earth.

Through the body, through breath, through voice
we come back to what’s been forgotten.

Together, we listen for the ways whiteness, colonial trauma, and systemic disconnection have shaped the way we move, the way we feel, the way we speak or go silent. Not as concepts, but as lived experience held in our muscles and breath.

We follow earth rhythms and seasonal archetypes not to perform healing, but to remember we belong.
To remember that our voice is not just a sound it’s a thread back to lineage, to land.

Mothering Love as a radical, ongoing practice.

Words from the Circle