English. Spanish. Portunhol (learning Portuguese)
ABOUT
There are things you can survive and still look fine.
I did, for years. I learned how to be capable, dependable, and high functioning.
People saw calm. But my body remembered the storms. I built a life that looked successful while carrying a nervous system shaped by survival.
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I didn’t begin this path to build a healing business. I began because I needed healing that was real, something my breath and body could feel, inside the life I was still living.
Who is Tara?
I’m Tara, a bridge between worlds. Corporate and mystical.
Science and soul. Structure and surrender.
I’ve spent two decades inside high performance environments, and I’ve spent years learning what high performance often hides, a nervous system that never fully felt safe.
Today I guide embodied healing through Kundalini, somatic practice, Reiki, sound, and tantric integration, meaning we weave the work into daily life until it becomes lived.
I’m bilingual in English and Spanish, learning Portuguese, and I hold this work with confidentiality, clarity, and deep respect.
My Work
My work is body based, trauma informed, and grounded. It's private when you need it to be private, and relational when you’re ready to be seen.
We weave what your system needs through somatic tools for regulation and safety, Kundalini inspired breath, movement, and meditation, Reiki and sound to support restoration and return, and simple rituals you can actually do inside your real life.
This isn’t about becoming someone new.
It’s about returning, until your body believes it.
Who I'm here for...
I’m here for the high functioning executive who is privately braced, burnt out, or confused. I’m here for the parent who holds everyone else and has nothing left. I’m here for the one who grew up without what they needed, and is learning to reparent themselves now. I’m here for the one who feels called to heal, but never had the community or guide to help them begin. I’m here for the one who has been diagnosed and is trying to climb out of the fog, one day at a time.
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You are not broken. You are not behind.
You are in temporary weather. As they say, the sun still shines above the clouds. You see it every time a plane rises above the storm, suddenly there’s light, open sky, and peace that was there all along.
That light is real. It’s still yours. That light is in YOU.
The Parts People Didn't See...
I grew up in the kind of environment with poverty that teaches you to be resourceful before it teaches you to be a child.
I learned early how to scan a room, how to stay small, how to keep going.
There were things done to me that I didn’t have language for at the time, and later, things I tried to outrun. I carried sexual harm, fear, and the kind of grief that lives in the body. I endured men who used power as control, physically and emotionally. I tried to protect my siblings like an adult long before I was one, and I failed in ways that still ache to remember.
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Because pain needs somewhere to go, I found the wrong crowds. I used drugs and alcohol too young. I tried to disappear inside anything that would numb me. Then I became the one who made it, first in my family to go to college, the one who built a corporate life people admire, the one who looks steady, capable, successful.
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And almost no one knew what I had lived through. No one would have guessed what my nervous system was carrying behind the polished version of me.
Even when your life looks fine, your body knows.
The Turning Point
There was a moment I couldn’t come back from.
It was a Category 5 hurricane, on the sixth floor of a hotel, with my family inside it. I remember holding my babies in my arms, huddled in the bathroom, trying to make my body a shelter. My husband braced the door with his whole weight so it wouldn’t blow inward. The shaking, the wind, the flooding around us, the sound, it was surreal.
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In that moment, something in me split open. Not in panic, something deeper. A shamanic kind of awareness. A Knowing I can’t fully explain, only can say it was real.
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I came home different.
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Then I spiraled, because once your body sees truth that clearly, you can’t unsee it.
You can’t return to fine.
You can’t return to managing.
You can’t hide.
That was the point of no return.
What I Chose After
After that, I got serious about healing that lives in the body. Kundalini Yoga became the first practice that truly changed me, not as an idea, but as a lived experience. Breath, mantra, chanting, movement, it gave me a kind of inner connection I didn’t know how to access on my own. So I entered teacher training, and I kept going.
From there it expanded naturally into Somatic Teacher training, Reiki, more breathwork, learning Human Design and a deeper devotion to understanding what the nervous system carries and how it finally softens.
At the same time, I started studying neuroscience, the brain, and the body, because I needed to understand what was happening inside me. I needed to know I wasn’t broken, and I wasn’t crazy.
I needed language for the way trauma wires the nervous system, the way memory lives in the body, the way the brain learns to scan for danger even when life looks safe.
Learning how the brain works did something powerful for me. It took shame out of the equation.
It helped me see my patterns not as personal failures, but as adaptive intelligence, survival strategies that once protected me.
And still, my curiosity kept reaching further. I became drawn to quantum science and consciousness, the questions of energy, frequency, and what it means to heal at the level of the unseen. Not as an escape from reality, but as a way to understand reality more fully, to hold both science and spirit without choosing one over the other.
Not to become someone new, but to return to what was always there, my inner LIGHT.
Why I Share this Now?
At first, this was private, only for me.
I was trying to heal while still living my life, still working, still parenting, still showing up.
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I was the one who couldn’t fall apart, even when something inside me was begging to be held.
And then, in meditation, the message kept coming, quiet, clear, persistent.
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Share what helped you.
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Because healing can be lonely.
It's lonely when you never had an example, when no one around you speaks this language, when your responsibilities are heavy and your time is thin.
It’s especially lonely when you can still function, when the world keeps rewarding you for being fine, while your nervous system is quietly burning out.
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I created Tara Loka for the ones who are doing that too, for the ones who look okay while their bodies are carrying more than anyone knows, for the ones who want guidance that is practical, private, and real.
Why it's called Tara Loka?
For years, people tried to use loca to shame me.
I used to feel offended, then sad, then small.
I internalized it, because I’ve always been different, drawn to many worlds, curious in many directions, sensitive to what other people brushed off.
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Now I see it clearly. Loca was never the insult they thought it was. It was a label thrown at a nervous system that was trying to survive, and a mind that refused to go numb. The truth is, I wasn’t crazy, I was patterned, I was wired, I was adapting, and I was searching for safety and love.
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And Loka also carries a meaning I love, world, community, the people.
So Tara Loka is a reclamation, and a return.
A place where being different becomes strength, where healing becomes lived, not performed, where science and spirituality can sit in the same room.
And where your nervous system safety becomes possible, even for the ones who learned to hide their pain behind competence.
