Guide. Mother. Mythmaker. Bridge between worlds.

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There are two ways I could tell you my story.

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The first, is through my accolades: years spent studying human development and psychology, working in education and leadership, earning degrees, training in mind and body practices.

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I hold a Master’s in Education from Harvard.

I’ve opened schools, coffee shops, restaurants, created parent circles, summer camps, Literature Festivals, taught kiddos how to build imaginary worlds, lead their learning, meditate, innovate. 

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I’ve taught storytelling, led soulful parenting journeys, and studied everything from internal family systems to archetypal psychology, early childhood development, trauma, creativity, and feminine leadership.

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I could tell you about the rigor, the accomplishments, the moments of insight on the intellectual plane. But I’ve learned that true transformation isn’t just about what I’ve achieved with my mind.

 

 

 

 

 

The second way is more sacred—for me, it’s the essence of my journey. It’s an epic heroine quest marked by shadows and light, failures and breakthroughs. It’s a story of falling away illusions and discovering a deeper truth—about my body, my soul, and my authentic self.

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You see, I didn't know this but I was living much of my life in my mind, disconnected from my emotional world, from my shadows, from my true body—my vessel, my temple. And I had no clue. 

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So many times I made decisions thinking I was following my heart and living authentically, and it was only by truly touching the very core of my truth and speaking it aloud that I realized how often and unconsciously I was walking a path laid out by others- taught what to value and what to pursue- living as the shadow of my truest self, and hiding behind conditioned choices. 

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Every person has a experiences that becomes a calling towards their own awakening- a possible invitation deeper into their own inner world. We may know it theoretically, but arriving there is an embodied experience. Mine was motherhood. 

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I mothered four children.  That which would be (I supposed) would be the beginning of my life's purpose, where all my hopes and dreams had been placed- became the vessel for my undoing, unlearning, remembering and awakening. I lost myself more than once in the process of motherhood, and in an effort to find myself- found layers and layers of a rich and unexamined life. 

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In the labyrinth, I created stories about who I was- adhering to archetypes and narratives I would set in stone that only victimized and sabotaged me. There were stories about how I was like a bird trapped in a gilded cage- beautiful,  yet confined (I sure love this one).

 

I was Peter Pan, holding on to an eternal youth out of fear of adult responsibility, or I was Sleeping Beauty, bound by a spell of inertia, dreaming of more but unable to rise from my eternal slumber. 

 

I carried the weight of unmet longing, feeling lost in the vast wilderness of my own life.

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Even while I thought I was living with purpose, I sensed a quiet dissonance—betraying my deepest values, perhaps not even truly mine, out of fear or societal expectations. I  made choices that silenced my voice and muted my intuition. It hurt—deeply. But in that pain, I discovered a wellspring of compassion—for myself, and for my own awakening.

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I began a journey back to my soul, learning to listen, to feel, to clear the noise and reconnect with what truly matters. And it wasn't (and isn't) always a thornless path. At times it required a sharp sword to cut through the vines that I myself had created around me- relationships, beliefs, comforts. It was terrifying, but the only way back to the core.

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It was the crucible where I rediscovered my voice, my inner guide, my power. It was a journey of shedding illusions and embracing vulnerability, of becoming my own alchemist—transforming pain into wisdom, fear into courage, disconnection into wholeness. I am a woman that has been reshaped by her own stories, and this ongoing quest within the vastness of my psyche.

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I’ve spent my life learning how to come home to myself—through motherhood, heartbreak, study, stillness, sacred rage, and the quiet voice that rises in the dark.

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But beneath all of it, my true work has always been the same:

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 To help others return to their inner wholeness with tenderness, honesty, and creativity. To be that safe space for others to flourish. 

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I want to share with you that this journey—the heroine’s quest—is not just mine. It’s ours. It’s a sacred adventure of awakening, of reclaiming your voice, your power, your purpose. A story of transformation that you can step into, one that invites you to trust the process, embrace your shadows, celebrate your light, and alchemize your life into something more true, more joyful, more alive.

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Whether it’s through yoga, journaling, rituals, conversations with children, or myth-inspired inner work—I help you reconnect with your voice, your nervous system, your needs, and the parts of you long left behind.

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This is not self-help. It is soul recovery.

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You’ll find in my offerings a blend of:

• Depth psychology + inner child healing

• Nervous system work + embodiment practices

• Storytelling, rituals + creativity

• Gentle spiritual inquiry + fierce compassion

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I believe that healing is not about fixing yourself.

It’s about remembering your wholeness, integrating your story, and learning to move through the world with softness and sovereignty.

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If you’re seeking a place to begin again—you’re home.

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Are you ready to embark? Your epic awaits.

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