How this whole thing started

Everything I hold dear has come from loss. It’s the deepest truth I know. I was born with a rare, genetic liver disease straight into the language of survival. The medical world was my first terrain, filled with the ever present reality of mortality. Mere months after the devastating loss of my first child as a result of maternal health complications, and days after a life saving liver transplant, I found myself lying in an ICU bed seeking a narrative beyond the one that had been thrust upon me.

I didn’t choose this work. It chose me.

My body, my breath, my bones demanded it.

I’m dedicated to giving voice to the stories woven into our very beings, navigating the grief that exists in our cells. Through holistic guidance, ritual and embodiment, I support those who long for another way. This journey began from the depths of my own grief, with a deep desire to alchemize pain into poetry, using myth and metaphor to tell the story of my body. It is rooted in my own reclamation.