Healing the Wound of Rootlessness

Wounds Unseen… Yet Deeply Felt

There are silent wounds that are carried for years, even across generations. One of the deepest—and least understood—is the wound of rootlessness.
I lived it myself, and I recognize it in many women who walk with strength, who hold the world together… yet inside, feel they have no real place where they belong.

Living Without Roots

From a very young age, I felt I didn’t quite fit anywhere. As if I were just passing through my own life.
Sometimes with my family, other times with my land, and many times even within my own body.
I lived in my mind, seeking answers above, yet never feeling grounded below.
My soul longed for roots… but I didn’t know how to give them to her.

Naming What I Felt

Over the years, I came to understand that what I felt had a name: rootlessness.
It is that sensation of not belonging here nor there. Of having lost connection with our roots, with the body, with the Earth, with the lineage… and with the divinity that dwells in all of it.

Crossing the Sacred Bridge

In my healing process, I often visualized a sacred bridge: that space between who I was and who I am remembering to be.
A space of transition, where there were no certainties, yet a deep calling to reconnect.

On that bridge, I encountered my inner child, my feminine lineage, the pain of my ancestors, and also my body.
I began to honor it not just as a vehicle, but as a sacred home.
I realized that before seeking to belong outside, I first needed to return to myself.

How Does Rootlessness Show Up?

• In the constant need to “do,” as if worth were measured by achievement.

• In relationships where I lost myself out of fear of being alone.

• In the struggle to remain in one place, in one idea, in one decision.

• In a spirituality disconnected from the body—more mental than lived.

Healing Was a Ritual, Not a Goal

Healing this wound was not immediate… it became a constant ritual.
I began walking barefoot on the earth, meditating with my hands on my womb, honoring my Spanish and Oaxacan roots, writing letters to my lineage, embracing the silences of my story without shame.
And from there, I began to create: workshops, rituals, gatherings.
Bridges.

A Message

To the sensitive, wise, courageous women who feel there is “something more,” but don’t know how to reach it.
To the women who have held everything… except themselves.

You, too, can come back home.
Your body is a temple.
Your soul is a compass.
Your lineage is a root.
And you are the home you’ve always been seeking.

Journaling to Return to Yourself

I invite you to take a few minutes in silence. Breathe deeply. Return to your body.
And write with honesty:

• In what moments of your life have you felt disconnected from yourself, your body, or your roots?

• What part of you longs to belong?

• If you had to name your inner home, what would it look like? What would it need to feel supported?

• What bridge are you crossing today?

“Returning to yourself is the most sacred journey you will ever take in this life. The path is not outward—it is inward.”