a little about me
a curious kid
I was always a curious kid—always asking why. Always searching for answers and meaning, always drawn to people and curious about what makes them who they are and do the things they do.
A daydreamer, truth seeker, rebel at heart, artist and lazy perfectionist with a sharp-tongued inner critic and and tendency to feel the need to help, well… everyone!
I longed to be seen yet mastered the art of hiding. Shy but outgoing. Tender but tenacious. So many parts of me ached for recognition, for nourishment and to be seen.
I found solace in creative arts and self expression—acting, singing, spoken word poetry, theatre, performance. It gave me the ability to:
Step into the light while staying hidden, safely wrapped behind a character or persona.
A doorway into understanding the human psyche—my own and others'.
A bridge to connection, a way to reach into the hearts of others, to move them, to let my voice and words become a thread between us—tugging at our shared humanity.
Creative expression became my sanctuary, my way to experience joy, connection and belonging.
from maiden to mother
Welcoming my first daughter into the world in 2012 changed everything.
I had always dreamed of becoming a mother, even as a child—but nothing could have prepared me for the transformation it would bring and the homecoming it would usher in.
Pregnancy awakened the deepest parts of me.
From the offset everything about the way women were viewed, treated and birthed felt off to me. I remember looking around at a society silent on the matter and wanting to shout “We all ok with this?!”
It got me wondering… How did my ancestors birth? Where is the sacredness in it all? And why does a system designed to support life so often strip power from the very ones bringing it forth?
My intuition rose up like wildfire, my anger too, calling out the injustice, the disempowerment, the ways we have been led as women to doubt and disconnect from our own power.
I didn’t know a single mother untouched by this system. And yet, within me, something refused to submit. My curious, rebellious, question everything considered normal, nature soared.
Pregnancy and birth became my initiation—my practice ground for reclaiming my power, sharpening my intuition, and stepping fully into the divine feminine force within me.
Birth was not just about bringing my baby earthside in peace. It was a path to freedom.
A reckoning.
A remembering.
A journey of both mental and physical endurance—walking through fire and emerging not just as a mother, but as a woman who knows the extent of her power, the importance of her voice, and the urgency of her own agency.
how birth shaped my life and my work
Motherhood was an awakening. It amplified the many ways in which we as women are actively encouraged to disconnect from ourselves, our intuition and our power.
I became a doula, birthkeeper, educator and activist, driven by a relentless desire for women to reconnect with their bodies, their instincts, and their sovereignty.
I wanted more women to distinguish between the voice of fear and shoulds to the voice of their wise, loving, inner knowing. To shed the weight of expectation and remember the wisdom held within their bodies, anatomy and ancestry.
Birth urged and encouraged in me the importance of doing life on my own terms. Of reconnecting to the wisest parts of myself.
From that place, my work and offerings continued to unfold—first as a doula and birthkeeper, then as a yoga teacher, circle keeper, reiki healer, coach and somatic practitioner specialising in Compassionate Inquiry.
Different modalities, but one central message: to guide you into deeper relationship with your Self, your power and your intuition.
I believe that when we reclaim this sacred connection and bond we step more fully into every aspect of our lives, ourselves and our relationships.
recovering a sense of self
There comes a moment—often in the wake of early motherhood—when we look up and wonder: Where did I go?
Motherhood asks us to birth new versions of ourselves, but it does not ask us to abandon the old ones. And yet, this is a sentiment shared by many.
We pour ourselves into caring for others and neglect the parts of ourselves that also need nourishment—the parts that ache to create, to dream, to heal, to be seen.
We are told our worth lies in our giving, our doing, our holding of others. And then we wonder why our health falters, why symptoms appear, why we wake in the night, restless, asking: Is this it? Is there more?
For me, there was a deep longing—not just to recover my creativity and my health, but to rediscover mySelf. To return to the little girl who loved to sing, move, and create. To tend to my body and heal what was asking for my attention. To revisit old wounds before passing them forward and to unearth old beliefs and dreams and allow them to take new shape.
I once believed I had to choose—this or that. Mother or creator, healer or artist—as if any of these could exist without the other. But I now know that when we suppress parts of ourselves—our emotions, our needs, our authenticity—we suppress the very life force within us. And our bodies, wise as they are, will always find a way to wake us up to this stark reality.
I have learned that what we push down only stays down for so long before resurfacing. Manifesting in mental, physical or emotional stress, illness and dis-ease.
The work, then, is not just noticing or trying to fix what feels broken—it is integrating. Weaving ourselves back together, not as fragments, but as a whole, unified being.
For me this is where somatic embodiment practices, compassionate inquiry, yoga, nature, therapy, community, creativity, and play have been great allies on my journey.
My work now is to accept, honour, and love the parts of myself I once abandoned—whether consciously or otherwise. No longer asking one part to shrink so another can belong. Every part belongs.
I believe healing, self-recovery, and creativity are deeply intertwined. To reclaim them is to reclaim our wholeness. Our essence. To step fully into who we are—not just the parts that feel permissible.
This is the work! And it begins in and with the soma—our living body.
I will forever be a student on this path but I walk it alongside other brave hearted humans choosing too to make the journey back to themselves.
It is an honour, a blessing and another beautiful reminder that we do not do it alone. Healing has always been a sacred, communal act.
longing to reconnect to yourself, your power and intuition?
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