Where it all begins….
It began with a simple idea—one born from a lifetime of geographical curiosity, shaped by quiet reflection on the ancient past, and guided by a growing desire to slow down and truly listen.
I remember the moment distinctly. It was December 29. 2023, I was on another international adventure. This time, I was roaming Bath - a city I was called to visit from an innate desire to explore the Regency era period of England. I was traveling with a friend who was enamored by the beautiful scenery & stories she saw from the popularized TV show Bridgerton. We were ready to explore a new city with a wealth of history shown through its architecture and overall aura.
Although the weather was beyond freezing for us two Miami girls - the energy was absolutely magical. Bath has this ethereal quality that really makes you feel like you’ve stepped into another time. The way the honey-colored Georgian stone catches the light, especially on a crisp winter day, has a kind of timeless glow. My friend and I walked down the cobbled streets, wrapped up in our long coats, half-expecting a carriage to come rolling by with a dashing Duke from the Bridgerton series.
Our walking journey led us to the famed Roman Baths—the ancient heart of the city, and the very place from which Bath draws its name. Built by the Romans around 70 AD, the baths were constructed around natural hot springs that were considered sacred by the Celts even before the Romans arrived. The site was dedicated to the goddess Sulis Minerva. As I made my way throughout the Baths, I began to innately visualize how, even in that ancient time, the sacred feminine tended to herself—not out of vanity, but as an act of reverence. These waters, warm and mineral-rich, were not merely for cleansing the body, but for replenishing the soul. I could almost see Sulis Minerva there—graceful, deliberate—immersing in ritual, not routine. She honored her body as a vessel of light, preparing to carry that light back to her home, her people, her kingdom.
In the echo of dripping stone and the soft haze of steam, there was a memory of something eternal: the understanding that self-care is not selfish—it is sacred. The sacred feminine knew that in order to give, to guide, to nurture, she first had to be whole. And here, within the quiet sanctum of the Baths, she became wholly herself again.
In that moment, as I wandered through the Roman Baths, I felt a visceral connection—not just to the women who once walked those stone paths, but to something deeper: a lineage. A quiet knowing passed down through time, reminding me that self-care is not a trend, it’s a tradition. The sacred feminine didn’t just survive through hardship—she thrived because she remembered how to return to herself.
That realization sparked more than just inspiration—it offered direction. What if modern women could reconnect with these ancestral rituals, not in a museum or history book, but through community, practice, and presence?
An idea came to life: a platform and marketplace where women gather to reflect, remember, and revive rituals of self-care—rooted in the past, lived in the present.
This is where Old Soul Self Care was born, in which I hope to utilize as a story-sharing space for reflections (inner AHA moments, ancestral memories, sacred practices and personal travel experiences), a marketplace for goods inspired by historic and cultural self-care (think herbal infusions, ritual tools, bath blends), workshops & rituals of guided ceremonies, moon baths, journaling practices, and teachings on historical feminine wisdom, and finally as a mentorship circle where older and younger generations of women exchange knowledge—making the lineage living again.
Welcome, old soul! I look forward to walking this journey with you.
