I have had a unique and profound sensitivity as long as I can remember.
As a young, only child I had many imaginary friends and found solace in nature.
My love for story began around 2 years old when I would read books alone and get lost in imaginary worlds.
As I grew my journey turned to that of deep initiation through loss, adversity, heartbreak and death and rebirth over and over again.
I have been continuously stripped to the bone, to come closer to more of my essence.
I lost the connection to my Mother aged 14, as she fell to ancestral trauma, a darkness she never came back from.
I watched her die to the person she once was and become someone I could barely recognise.
I internalised the bloodline trauma I had inherited, her unprocessed rage and shame, as something deeply wrong with me.
I was terrified of falling into the same darkness and so I buried the grief of this shattering loss and ran as far away as possible.
But the cycles of depravation continued in abusive relationships, destructive habits and cycles;
all pointing to the relationship within myself.
I travelled to many beautiful places and found solace in Nature’s pristine beauty and Eastern culture;
Buddhist silent meditation retreats in Thailand
and Yoga Ashrams in India,
But I was still avoiding the depth of pain I was carrying.
Still avoiding truly meeting myself.
Birthing my daughter changed everything.
Holding her for the first time, witnessing her absolute innocence and wholeness,
shattered the ancestral binds that had haunted me & my lineage.
She was the moment of fate that led to my destiny, through the limitations of single Motherhood I expanded into more of my true self.
I began to recover my soul skin.
I began to witness myself through my daughters eyes.
Through the eyes of unconditional love; shame and self loathing began to fall away like meat off a bone.
Witnessing my journey of loss, abuse, devastating grief and seeing underneath the power, beauty and resilience of the young woman who had survived with her heart still open to life.
The woman who was becoming.
I cut out everything that wasn’t in service to my path and began listening deeper than ever to the callings of my soul.
I met elders and mentors in synchronistic moments, and remembered how guided I was,
how every step through the darkness was part of my becoming.
Elders who witnessed and honoured the threshold I was in, who opened up the door for the remembrance of rites of passage, traditional life ways and oral teachings.
I spent 6 days on Dartmoor in a land initiation with elders with clear vision, who mirrored my journey, who seen me in a way I had never been seen, who witnessed the depth of my sight, and sensitivity.
That was the door, but I had to step through & continue to see myself, the depth of all I was transforming; midwifing my own soul. A gift hidden in the bones of my ancestors.
The thread of transformation and mythic feminine initiation that was woven through my path.
My connection to the unseen and attunement to the unspoken.
What was once a survival adaptation was revealing itself as my gift.
To see through the eyes of the soul. U
I kept returning to the wild land and lighting fires for who I was becoming, sleeping under stars with no food or shelter and letting my identity die.
Praying to my ancestors and offering my life in service through self initiated ceremony.
I let go of all the ways I was using anything outside of myself to replace my relationship with the mystery.
& landed in my soul essence.
I reclaimed myself as daughter of heaven and Earth,
a thread along my ancestral line weaving my part of our collective story.
I fell deeply in love with my journey, and no longer tried to “heal” or fix myself, no longer tried to get rid of the wound, but began to see through the eyes of it.
Knowing it brought me deeper into my humanity.
I let go of needing to know the answers, so I could truly meet the moment as it unfolds.
To meet you from the truth of reality as it is.
Wild and unknown,
Mysterious and unpredictable.
Yet awe invoking and ever evolving.
I transformed the story of my life from a girl who was lost, unloved and deeply afraid;
To a woman who is rooted in becoming.
Who is at home in the wild mystery of life.
Who is the author of her own story.
& it is an honour to walk beside you as you step inside the story of your own.

I would be nowhere without the elders and mentors who have midwifed me through initiatory thresholds and whose lives and devotion to service have had a massive impact on the woman I am today.

Four Shields of Human Nature - The School of Lost Borders, Betsy Perluss & Israh Goodall.
The Map of Womanhood School - Hannah Graceful Dawn & Eartha Love.
Earth Woman - Jane Hardwick Collings. School of Shamamic Womancraft.
Innate Post Partum Traditions - Rachelle Garcia.
Emotional Intelligence - Donna Maria Camps.
Tatanka W.O Walk - Medicine Woman, Spiritual Mother & friend.