Sanctuary by Sonni

The life behind the Sanctuary

Where it all
began.

Motherhood, art, healing and the winding path that brought me home.

Sonni Pacheco in the Sanctuary
Sonni holding Ava as a baby
Sonni and Ava
The first sculpture Sonni created
The first sculpture I created while six months pregnant

Motherhood & clay

Motherhood made me
an artist.

I found sculpture when I was six months pregnant with Ava, living in a country that was not my own. I was carrying fears and anxieties I did not yet know how to name, and I felt deeply alone without a support system of my own.

Then I stepped into a clay studio. Sculpting gave my hands somewhere to place everything my voice could not yet hold. Clay became a way to alchemize grief, pain, confusion, loneliness and trauma into something I could hold, shape and transform.

What began as a therapeutic practice became the foundation of my life as an artist. When Ava arrived, she became the one thing in my life that felt unquestionably real. In many ways, we grew up together. As I guide her through her own becoming, I can see that she has been guiding me through mine all along.

Enter the sculpture studio

A decade later

Creating new life.
Building a new
chapter.

Sonni while pregnant with her youngest daughter, Wylder
Pregnant with Wylder · The beginning of Sonni & Sense

Almost exactly ten years after I gave birth to Ava, I welcomed Wylder. For years, I did not believe I would have another child. My experience surrounding Ava’s birth and everything that followed left me deeply guarded. Then I met someone I believed was my best friend, and I allowed myself to dream of family again.

I created the entire Sonni & Sense collection while I was pregnant with Wylder. After she arrived, the relationship ended when she was only two months old, and the dream I had finally opened my heart to was dismantled. That betrayal was heartbreaking… but it also became the beginning of a healing journey I had postponed for years.

Costa Rica · 2024

The moment
the path shifted.

Before launching Sonni & Sense, I traveled to Costa Rica and sat with Ayahuasca. I came home, launched the business and almost immediately realized it had never been my dream.

Of everything I created, one product excited me more than the rest. It came at the very end: Eternal Light, a crystal-infused flameless candle.

I began bringing Eternal Light to sound baths held by other facilitators. Slowly, my attention drifted away from the candle and toward sound itself. What began as curiosity became a calling.

I trained in sound healing, began building the Sanctuary and eventually found 9D Breathwork. Sonni & Sense was never the destination. It was the bridge that led me here.

Eternal Light · Clear quartz crystal-infused flameless candle
Eternal Light candles glowing during a sound bath
Eternal Light · The final creation that illuminated what came next
Sonni walking beside the water in Egypt
Sonni touching an ancient temple wall in Egypt

Egypt · 2025

A place I had
always remembered.

For as long as I can remember, I felt pulled toward Egypt.

By the time I reached the Temple of Isis, I had walked through fire. Some of the most painful chapters of my life had unfolded publicly. I spent years surviving by disappearing, making my world smaller and swallowing words I no longer felt safe enough to speak.

Egypt began to loosen that silence. Among its temples, I felt my throat chakra open and the truth I had carried inside begin to rise. I returned more grounded, more honest and finally willing to be seen and heard.

The sky I was born beneath

Written in
the Stars.

My chart did not tell me who to become. It showed me why the road had asked so much of me. The Sanctuary was not a sudden idea. It was there all along, in the warrior, storyteller, artist, mother and guide I was born to become.

Aries Sun

The Warrior of the Deep.

My Aries Sun is not simply fire. It is the courage to enter the underworld of loss, rebirth and transformation. I was built to survive the deep on purpose, then return carrying something that could help another person find her way.

Gemini Moon · Chiron

The Wounded Storyteller.

My Gemini Moon sits beside Chiron, the wound around voice. What I once swallowed is now meant to be spoken. The warrior gives the storyteller courage, and the storyteller gives the warrior meaning. Lived experience becomes language, and language becomes medicine.

Leo Rising

The Lion at the Threshold.

I wear the mask of the lion, not to hide, but as an invitation to be seen. Leo Rising is the crown, the presence and the refusal to remain invisible. It asks me to lead from the heart and claim the narration of my own life.

The ram-headed sphinxes at Karnak in Egypt

The Fifth House

The Sanctuary was
always in my chart.

Four planets gather in my fifth house, the house of children, creativity, play and joy. That is why motherhood, art, community, service and the Sanctuary have never been separate paths. They are the great work: reclaiming joy and creative voice, turning home into medicine and building a place where what I carried out of the underworld can be offered back. Ava, Wylder and I are all Aries, but that shared fire is only one thread in the larger story.

The crown is earned in the underworld, and worn in the daylight.
Sonni with her daughters Ava and Wylder

Everything led here

There was a time
I prayed for a
space like this.

I used to look back at certain chapters and see only what they had taken from me. Now, I see what they were leading me toward. This home. This work. The woman I became.

The sculpture studio taught me how to give emotion form. Sonni & Sense taught me what I wanted to carry forward. Costa Rica invited me inward. Egypt returned me to my voice. Sound healing and 9D showed me how an experience can hold someone when words are not enough.

Sanctuary by Sonni was born from the kind of place I once needed most.
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The weave

Nothing was
wasted.

What once looked like detours now looks like direction. Motherhood, art, healing, the businesses that taught me and the places that called me back to myself were never separate stories. They were one path home.