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My story

When I was seven years old, I spent my time creating art, writing in my journal, and concocting magic potions in the woods out of pebbles, petals, and rain water. I was a regular beachcomber in awe of the ocean's treasures, a forest explorer who made a cozy den among the towering trees, and a stargazer who felt the secrets of the cosmos deep in my bones, so viscerally that it sometimes kept me up at night. Most of my time outdoors was spent as a curious gatherer, so I could bring findings indoors to create art from shells, sticks, and paint the impressions starry constellations made on my eyelids. I called myself a witch, dreaming that dandelions would grow where I danced in the yard, believing that my art and writing were simple, powerful spells.

When I was twelve years old, I rode my bike to our local new age shop most weekends. I'd sit for hours, devouring books on dreams, astrology, metaphysics, and the chakra system. The mystical women who ran the store generously taught me about the healing properties of each crystal. I saved my allowance to buy crystals and books that reflected me back to myself.

As a young adult, I found myself in a demanding career in Internet advertising, during the formative days of ad tech. Though the work was financially lucrative, socially sanctioned, and flexed the high-achiever muscle I had over-developed along the way, I ached for the feminine. I yearned to share the parts of me that swooned over how the spirals of a nautilus shell and a pinecone were reflected in the galaxy. When I wasn't developing or monetizing web sites, I practiced yoga and dance, studied earth-based spirituality and eastern philosophy, and set up lovely personal ceremonies by candlelight in my bedroom -- a solitary practitioner, honoring my roots and discovering my own spiritual path. 

Once my longing to create meaning, magic, ritual, and art was stronger than my ties to the safe and familiar, I committed fully to standing in my truth. I immersed myself in art-making, meditation, and deep self-inquiry work. In an effort to mature my inner child's healing gifts and innate knowing, I sought out teachers. I drastically changed my career path, and while my choice made absolutely no rational sense to others, the voice within was so loud that it was a must for me. (Ah, the Saturn return.) 

I enrolled in a contemplative, experiential master's program for transpersonal art therapy, and I concurrently applied my understanding of the chakra system and energy to the practice of Reiki. I remember the lump in my throat at my grad school orientation, as the speaker emphasized that we were here to embark upon a process of unlearning - of stripping away the layers of generational and societal trappings to remember our true nature so we could offer it to the world. Peeling back layers, honoring what’s soft as the well of true strength. I've been on this path ever since.

I aim to live my life with authenticity and congruency. I am not a fan of "putting on different hats" for work and for play. I try to show up simply as me in all settings, and bring my humanness into each room I enter - with all my awkwardness and radiance and vulnerability and courage. By doing so, I hope to disarm you, so you can also shine your raw, gorgeous, unique light. The world is thirsty for it!

In this new phase of midlife emergence, I find that I'm making a spiral journey - re-individuating, re-evaluating, re-membering. I'm still somewhat of a beachcombing, forest-wandering, stargazing witch, but if I’m totally honest, I’m more of an indoor witch. (Perhaps I always was?) I create art daily to make meaning and magic in the mundane, as a self-inquiry ritual, and to connect with spirit. With the healing gifts I've gathered along the way, both the measurable credentials you can read below and the immeasurable experiences I've described above, the multifaceted medicine I offer is both deeply rooted and ethereally luminous. 

Credentials & Trainings