We forget. We are born into this world these precious little souls and we get out in the world and get a little marked. We are born like clay and get molded by the world. We get lost, disconnected, and forget ourselves.

 

Then one day, we finally have some serendipitous moment that brings us to the door of remembering.

 

Remembering that we can shape the clay. Remembering that we are in charge, remembering our wholeness, and a small whisper that asks you to follow and lean in.

 

The healing journey is a constant remembrance. A journey that asks you to find all the places where you feel unwhole.

 

And that journey of remembrance of your wholeness is one of the most beautiful journeys to go on.

 

My job is to merely hold space, help you lean in, and remember.

 

As someone who has struggled allowing myself to be held I understand the vulnerabiity, and yet deep down we all just want to be loved and seen.

 

It is a scientific fact that our body is constantly looking to go back to homeostasis. To wholeness. To health.

 

For the past four+ years, I’ve been deep on my own deep healing journey—through consciousness work, somatic therapy, nervous system healing, yoga, and embodiment practices.