How I found my way to the Crystal Singing Bowls
It feels serendipitous, the way sound healing found me—or maybe the way I finally opened to it. Looking back, I can see how sound has been a thread woven through my whole life.
As a child, I was constantly making sounds—singing, speaking in tones and silly voices, humming, and feeling those vibrations ripple through my body. I would record myself on my little tape player and listen back in delight. Music has always been a deep connection for me. From a young age I remember saying, Music is my therapy. I took voice lessons starting at 6, started playing piano at 7, sang on stages and in choirs, and felt those chills rise when a certain note or harmony was struck just right.
As a highly sensitive person, sound and music have always been deeply healing for me—sometimes bringing me to tears, moving energy through me, and offering release. Sometimes it brings me pure joy as well—my hips swaying to the beat, my body moving instinctively with the rhythm, reminding me how alive sound can make me feel.
Over the years, I explored sound in different forms. I worked with Tibetan singing bowls and cherished the grounding resonance they brought. I was also gifted a healing wooden chime by my beloved shamanic mentor during my course of study, which became a treasured part of my practice. Each of these tools deepened my knowing that sound carries medicine, though I still felt an unspoken pull toward the crystalline tones of crystal singing bowls.
For years, I admired them from afar, feeling their call but never stepping fully into the practice. They were expensive, and with two kids and my shamanic training already unfolding, the timing never felt right. I told myself, not yet.
Then, during my onboarding at OverSoul this past spring, everything shifted.
The stars aligned.
When I walked into the healing space and saw the rainbow of crystal bowls aligned with the chakras, sitting in the white cubby at the back of the room, my whole body lit up. I felt a soul-squeeze—a spark of joy that told me I had found something important. In that moment, Cassidy, the owner, asked if I played. I admitted I didn’t, but that I had dreamed of it for years. With generosity and perfect timing, she offered to share her wisdom and get me started. That invitation opened the door.
From there, the bowls quickly wove themselves into my healing journey. Each tone seemed to speak a language I already knew in my bones. The more I played, the more I felt the resonance within me—and the more I began to witness the profound effect it had on others.
Friends who came for complimentary sessions shared experiences that were nothing short of magical: feeling immersed in sound, journeying into visions and colors, sleeping deeply for the first time in months. The bowls showed me that healing can happen through frequency and vibration, and that my lifelong sensitivity to and love for sound was not random—it was preparation.
Sound healing, for me, is a homecoming. It brings together my love of music, my intuition, and my devotion to creating spaces where women and sensitive souls can rest, restore, and reconnect with themselves.
And perhaps the most beautiful part? It reminds me daily that timing is divine. The bowls arrived in my life exactly when they were meant to, and I am so grateful to be sharing their medicine now.
If you feel called to experience this healing for yourself, I invite you to book a private sound bath session with me at OverSoul Healing Center in Charlottesville, VA. If you’re not local, check out the sound healers in your area. I’d love to hear your experience with sound healing. Share below or email me at divinelysensitive@gmail.com