Maui is the Heart Chakra of the World

Maui Didn’t Just Move Me, it Cracked Me Open

Let me be clear before we even begin: this is not a travel post. I am not here to give you a packing list or a restaurant guide or a “top ten things to do in Maui.” This is mine. This is my heart, my experience, my short and sacred and absolutely electric time on an island that holds a piece of my soul and has for lifetimes. If you’re here for the fluff, wrong page. If you’re here for the real thing, pull up a chair.

Hali’akalā and Maui are the heart chakra of the world. I don’t say that lightly. I say it because I felt it, not as a concept, not as something I read somewhere, but in my body, in my bones, in the deepest chambers of my energy field the moment my feet touched that ground. Everything comes more alive for me in Hawaii. The colors are more saturated. The air means something. The food...oh my god, the food! We ate phenomenally, beautifully, soulfully well. Every meal felt like a ceremony. I tried to make each plate and each bite felt intentional. We stayed in Kaanapali and I walked around that place like I owned it, because on some level, across some lifetime, maybe I did.

One of my favorite restaurants!

Tuna Tower

We took two boat tours and both of them wrecked me in the best possible way. The first was whale watching and nothing, I mean nothing, prepares you for what it feels like to watch a humpback or an Orca whale breach out of the ocean right in front of you. Your chest just blows open. And then on our very last day, we went out to Molokini for snorkeling...the water was freezing but the view was fucking extraordinary! And what the fuck, MORE whales showed up on that trip than the first one. More. Like Maui looked at me and said, you thought you were done? You’re not done. I wasn’t done. I’m still not done.

Humpback Whale

Now let me talk about something I don’t see discussed enough. What it’s like to be a curvy girl at a pool. To peel off the cover-up/wear a bathing suite and just… exist in your body in public, in the sun, in front of people. There are moments where an older version of me shows up...the one with the outdated programming, the one who learned to make herself smaller, the one who built opinions about her own body from decades of noise that was never hers to carry. I notice her. I see her. And I also know she’s got some growing to do. That’s not a shame spiral, that’s just honest. I’m always a work in progress. But what I know, what I know in my soul, is this: I walk with the grace of my ancestors. I stand in the confidence of my own self love. I know my worth. And at that pool in Kaanapali, in my body, in the Hawaiian sun, with the heart chakra of the world humming beneath my feet...I felt beautiful. Full fucking stop!

Bathing suite love!

At the Luau

But mostly...mostly this trip was about love. Pure, stupid, mushy, heart-exploding love. My nephews. My parents. My family all together on an island that means everything to me. Watching my nephews experience Maui, seeing their faces on those boats, laughing over meals, taking family photos in the golden light. That was the whole thing and that was the point. I’ve had past lives on this island. I had energetic work to do while I was there and I did it , the land asked for it, the water held space for it, the fire burned through what needed to go. I brought energy home with me. I also brought home two absolutely stunning necklaces, because I am also a person who buys herself beautiful things and feels zero guilt about it.

There was a gate around my heart. Wrought iron. Off-white. Crusty, desperately needing to be scraped and repainted, the kind of gate you stop seeing because it’s just always been there. I did not know it existed until Maui took it down. It didn’t crash. It didn’t rattle dramatically. It just… sunk. Away from me. Slowly and then all at once. And underneath it was just me — open, alive, home, whole. I am Katie Rose. I am a psychic medium. I work with energy and spirit, angels, Mother Earth and the unseen world every single day. And I am telling you with every ounce of authority I have: Maui is the heart of this world. And it is absolutely, undeniably, one of mine. Mahalo. I’ll be back.