<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[SOULS RHYTHM]]></title><description><![CDATA[Julie Quizon]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2026 05:46:08 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.juliequizon.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[What Am I Here to Give?]]></title><description><![CDATA[What Am I Here to Give? The Question Waiting on the Other Side of Healing For years, I thought my work was about becoming. Becoming stronger. Becoming wiser. Becoming healthier. Becoming more successful. Becoming more confident. Becoming more healed. Like many people, I spent years looking inward. Learning. Growing. Recovering. Transforming. Trying to understand myself. Trying to understand my story. Trying to understand why certain experiences shaped me the way they did. And there was value...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/what-am-i-here-to-give</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1dfe7fd87dcf57d547e21d</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2026 21:57:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/C5Ik704rSSY?si=CX9DAz5Rvj3tOXBF" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Life That Was Building Me]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Life That Was Building Me The Plot Twist I Never Saw Coming For most of my life, I thought I was building something. A career. A business. A family. A future. A dream. I measured progress by what I could see. The degrees. The certifications. The jobs. The clinics. The products. The websites. The projects. The accomplishments. Like many people, I believed success would arrive as a destination. A place where everything would finally make sense. A place where all the pieces would fit...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/the-life-that-was-building-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1dfd8343a3e299a4b4caae</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2026 21:49:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/xkiN77mDZz8?si=hTHRXz22h-Te3TAe" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Woman Beneath the Roots]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Woman Beneath the Roots Becoming Before Blooming For years, I thought the story was about the dreams. The businesses. The websites. The projects. The products. The ideas waiting patiently on shelves. I thought the story was about what I hadn't accomplished yet. What I hadn't launched yet. What I hadn't finished yet. But lately I have started wondering if I was looking at the wrong thing entirely. Because while I was watching the seeds, something else was happening underground. I was...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/the-woman-beneath-the-roots</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1dfc107ab417a19fc145f4</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2026 21:44:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/WKLWABMNvjU?si=IWECuGj-51myNxLR" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Seeds That Refused to Die]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Seeds That Refused to Die Some Dreams Are Stronger Than the Seasons This morning I walked into my workspace and saw something different. Nothing had changed. The shelves were still there. The notebooks were still there. The music files were still there. The product ideas were still there. The websites were still waiting. The dreams were still unfinished. Yet somehow everything looked different. Because I no longer saw unfinished projects. I saw seeds. And suddenly I began wondering: Why...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/the-seeds-that-refused-to-die</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1dfaa461de78e3b215dcbf</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2026 21:38:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/Vs3haHXns-4?si=lF_SUwsvTJf8gP-C" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Dream Keeper]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Dream Keeper The Woman Who Refused to Throw the Dreams Away For years, I thought I had a clutter problem. Too many ideas. Too many projects. Too many domains. Too many notebooks. Too many unfinished plans. At least that's what it looked like from the outside. Open a drawer and there was a business idea. Open a folder and there was a website concept. Open a notebook and there was a workshop. Open a hard drive and there was music. Open another box and there were skincare formulas. Another...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/the-dream-keeper</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1df9edd87dcf57d547d8f4</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2026 21:32:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/9nmDOe8EZRQ?si=AgzCRbWCuPnVYpyo" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Family Reunion Inside Me]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Family Reunion Inside Me When All the Versions of Yourself Finally Meet Lately, I've been thinking about all the women I have been. Not the women people thought I was. Not the titles. Not the jobs. Not the accomplishments. The actual women. The versions of me that existed in different seasons of my life. The funny thing is, for years I treated them as separate people. Nurse Julie. Entrepreneur Julie. Mother Julie. Therapist Julie. SKINIOLOGIST Julie. Creative Director Julie. Mystic Julie....]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/the-family-reunion-inside-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1df7dc7ab417a19fc13cdd</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2026 21:29:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/qCVsb4hUFXg?si=uaKh-jyizcFWrsIn" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Phoenix Was Never Afraid of Fire]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Phoenix Was Never Afraid of Fire Looking Back at the Evidence For a long time, I believed I was afraid. Afraid of failure. Afraid of being seen. Afraid of starting over. Afraid of launching my ideas. Afraid of pursuing my dreams. But lately I have been reviewing the evidence. And the evidence tells a different story. The evidence says I keep rising. Again. And again. And again. This realization came after revisiting a chapter of my life I rarely talk about. Back in 2013, I experienced one...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/the-phoenix-was-never-afraid-of-fire</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1df654750a0d7337177022</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2026 21:20:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/rL9lwsc_Uog?si=yVkiIbNpc5LzJvFt" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What If I Was Never Afraid of Failure?]]></title><description><![CDATA[What If I Was Never Afraid of Failure? The Question That Changed Everything For most of my life, I believed I was afraid of failure. It seemed like a reasonable explanation. After all, I had unfinished projects. Unlaunched ideas. Websites sitting quietly in draft mode. Products waiting on shelves. Dreams tucked away in notebooks. Evidence everywhere. At least that's what it looked like. But during my spring cleaning, I discovered something unexpected. When I looked at my life honestly,...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/what-if-i-was-never-afraid-of-failure</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1df4717ab417a19fc13627</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2026 21:13:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/27mFkVKThGw?si=WUi0QQ0ZByyzkRr6" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Spring Cleaning the Soul]]></title><description><![CDATA[Spring Cleaning the Soul When the Clutter Starts Telling a Story This weekend I rested. No blog. No major projects. No rushing. No trying to figure out my next big move. Just rest. After the intensity of the full moon, I woke up feeling different. Lighter. Clearer. More hopeful. The emotional storm had settled. And for the first time in a while, I wasn't focused on everything I had accomplished. I was focused on everything I hadn't. The unfinished projects. The websites. The domains. The...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/spring-cleaning-the-soul</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1de8ae7b6630756eeff456</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2026 20:24:16 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/F6jric9xFtA?si=__Cz1ar4YslpxWBO" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Unraveling the Coil: A Ribbon of Light for Beybi Girl]]></title><description><![CDATA[Unraveling the Coil  A Ribbon of Light for Beybi Girl   by: Julie Quizon When Everything You've Dreamed Of Starts Growing At Once Last night was a full moon. Whether you believe in the spiritual significance of it or simply appreciate the beauty of seeing the moon glow over the lake, there is something about a full moon that illuminates things we haven't fully seen before. This week, I found myself standing in the middle of a whirlwind. Not a bad whirlwind. A beautiful whirlwind. The kind...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/unraveling-the-coil-a-ribbon-of-light-for-beybi-girl</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1b086c5d8e8a2ee9c74c04</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 16:36:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/CwZ8Yq0wysA?si=P7rT4M4HaSaCrTfY" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Friday Reflections: ORDER Creates Safety]]></title><description><![CDATA[Friday Reflections: ORDER Creates Safety by: JULIE QUIZON Julie Quizon Method | Therapist Edition As we continue establishing the Ladies of Saugeen Shores as an official branch of the Federated Women’s Institutes of Ontario, I’ve been reflecting deeply on leadership, organization, and nervous system safety. This is our first time branching out as a group. Even though the Women’s Institute has existed for a long time, there are still loopholes and moments of confusion when it comes to branch...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/friday-reflections-order-creates-safety</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a19ad2c2cf7d1d449f23113</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2026 15:37:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/Dh6lWc0HMS8?si=TNLivr0kBC981oSH" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Therapy Thursday: The Art of Gentle Decompression]]></title><description><![CDATA[Therapy Thursday: The Art of Gentle Decompression After three beautiful days of beach walks, laughter, sunshine, community, and being surrounded by people, today feels different. Today is quiet. Today is my Therapy Thursday. Not because something is wrong. Not because I’m overwhelmed. But because my body, mind, and spirit deserve rest before they demand it. As a highly sensitive person, I’ve learned that wellness is not only about joyful adventures, exciting moments, or productive days....]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/therapy-thursday-the-art-of-gentle-decompression</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a18fc70bfee2278d079fbf5</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2026 02:51:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/bkjGHQqZKb8?si=9U4m5lQ3p9q0nLyb" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Day I Dated Myself by The Lake]]></title><description><![CDATA[PROJECT 180 Wellness Wednesday The Day I Dated Myself by the Lake Today felt like a movie. Not because something dramatic happened —but because for the first time in a long time, I fully allowed myself to enjoy my own life without guilt, pressure, or overplanning. And maybe that is the real luxury: feeling free enough to follow joy. It was Wednesday. And in my world now, Wednesdays are sacred. Pink and purple day. Dress day. Wellness Wednesday. Women’s Wednesday. My day off. My feminine...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/the-day-i-dated-myself-by-the-lake</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a17d080a7aaf20e8c544849</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2026 05:31:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/ezeh-n8_qg0?si=5uUEPwkKJFWFQvlG" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Women I Come From]]></title><description><![CDATA[PROJECT 180 The Women I Come From My Mother, Fiesta Love, and the Feeling of Home Today feels special. Not just because it is my mother’s birthday —but because today reminded me where I come from. My mom turned 73 years old today in the Philippines. And when I saw her through video call, something touched my heart deeply. She looked radiant. Beautiful. Glowing. Alive. Her eyes were sparkling again. Not tired. Not emotionally carrying everyone else. Not surviving. Just happy. And I realized...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/the-women-i-come-from</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a17bd32a7aaf20e8c541c08</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2026 04:20:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/zwk0RmQncOs?si=pXewOFxAJvLVYQnW" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Day I Chose to Feel Good Again]]></title><description><![CDATA[PROJECT 180 The Day I Chose to Feel Good Again A Reminder for the Days I Forget Something magical happened to me yesterday. Not magical in the fantasy sense —but magical in the way a woman slowly comes back to life after carrying heaviness for too long. Yesterday, I realized something important: Feeling good is not shallow.Feeling good is healing. I started my morning differently. Instead of focusing on what was wrong, what hurt, what stressed me, or what emotionally weighed me down, I made...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/the-day-i-chose-to-feel-good-again</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a177fefa7aaf20e8c538f3c</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 23:44:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d45aa6_59a837e12dad433ca95d634b337596a9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[PROJECT 180 Woman, Womb &#38; Water]]></title><description><![CDATA[PROJECT 180 Woman, Womb &#38; Water The Beginning of Returning to Myself By Julie Quizon June 1 marks the beginning of my PROJECT 180. One hundred and eighty days. Six months. A complete shift. A return. A remembrance. For years, I poured my energy into everyone else — family, motherhood, healing work, community, business, wellness programs, creative visions, and holding space for others. I became the nurturer, the helper, the listener, the builder, the giver. But somewhere in between all those...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/project-180-woman-womb-water</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a15a6b1175279973260b94f</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2026 14:17:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://youtu.be/vDOjQAD7CWI?si=aF9MQN9pY_JPtx4b" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Welcome to My World]]></title><description><![CDATA[Welcome to My World The House of All My Work For years, my creations lived scattered across journals, unfinished manuscripts, archived folders, melodies, photographs, websites, sketches, poems, and quiet dreams carried through different seasons of my life. Some were lost to time, distance, and storms.Some survived.All of them shaped me. This space was created as a home for everything I love — writing, music, films, healing, art, slow living, travel, memories, and the many layers of creativity...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/welcome-to-my-world</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1444dcb883334b04e9c9d9</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2026 12:50:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d45aa6_e1eec4c7798e491f89f75e80dcbb8c2e~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Welcome to My]]></title><description><![CDATA[Welcome to My The House of All My Work For years, my creations lived scattered across notebooks, unfinished drafts, archived folders, old phones, quiet melodies, half-built websites, journals, photographs, and dreams I carried from one season of life to another. Some of them survived. Some were lost. When I left the Philippines, many of my childhood writings, photographs, and creative works disappeared through typhoons, floods, distance, and time. For a long while, I thought those pieces of...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/welcome-to-my</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1432e74ad1e926d858e168</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2026 11:32:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d45aa6_c46ff834ddf94eafaada27250ebc6375~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Embracing Renewal: Spring Equinox Blessings for Our Soul Rhythm Family]]></title><description><![CDATA[Embracing Renewal: Spring Equinox Blessings for Our Soul Rhythm Family As the days grow longer and the warmth of the sun returns, we...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/embracing-renewal-spring-equinox-blessings-for-our-soul-rhythm-family</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67da5b569d971fb8326f440f</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2025 06:03:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d45aa6_357228770fda487a92a469ea0a04a100~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Gift of Solitude]]></title><description><![CDATA[Snow and Solitude Snow falls softly, a quiet hymn, A world transformed, serene and dim. Each flake a whisper, a gentle sigh, Painting...]]></description><link>https://www.juliequizon.com/post/the-gift-of-solitude</link><guid isPermaLink="false">676ba9a149374486ce9bcc73</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Dec 2024 06:51:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d45aa6_ab6fffacd02e452792bf63262d4bb67d~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Julie Quizon</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>