Sound is Healing….

"A person is only as good as their tools," the saying goes. But I’ve come to realize that the deeper truth is this: a person is only as limited as their willingness to let tools define them.

When I began my journey with sound bowl healing, my budget was tight—stretched between life’s responsibilities and my calling to serve through sound. I didn’t have the pristine crystal bowls you often see glowing under soft lights on social media.

I didn’t have full sets or rare frequencies tuned to perfection. But what I did have was intention, presence, and a deep desire to bring healing through sound. And that... I’ve learned, is a powerful instrument in itself.

There were moments—still are—when I saw others with full sets of high-vibrational bowls, intricate gongs, or rare chimes. I won’t lie, I felt the longing. That subtle ache of comparison whispered in the background, “If only you had more, you could do more.” But I’ve also learned to soften those voices. I remind myself that spirit doesn’t measure sound in price tags or compare vibrations based on what’s trending.

Spirit meets you where you are—and works with what you’re willing to give.

Since 2022, I have added to my collection. A new bowl here, a carefully chosen instrument there. Each upgrade, no matter how small, felt like a celebration. A step closer to the vision I hold. But I don’t wait for perfect. I still don’t have my most ideal instruments, yet I still show up—fully.

Because the truth is, it’s not just about the sound bowls themselves. It’s the energy I pour into them. The grounding I do before each session. The love I breathe into the room. The prayers I whisper before striking the first note. It’s my own spirit becoming the vessel. My heart becoming the amplifier. My presence becoming the portal.

I’ve learned to embody the sound, not just play it. To transmit healing through what I have—not delay my calling for what I don’t. And in doing that, I’ve made sacred music with humble tools. I’ve held space for others to rest, to weep, to remember themselves—using what was available, not what was ideal.

So maybe I don’t have every tool I dream of—yet.

But I am still good.

I am still enough.

And so is the sound.