A Path Lit by Embers

I wasn’t always a guide. I began as the seeker.
The girl who felt everything. The woman who turned pain into silence. The soul who got so good at disappearing, she forgot how to stay.

My path has carried me through the slow ache of disconnection — from my body, my voice, and my worth. I’ve survived the consuming numbness of anorexia, braved the raw unknown of pancreatic cancer, and carried the quiet grief of never quite feeling safe or comfortable in my own skin.

There were years where survival felt like the only prayer I could offer.
And even then — something stayed lit.
A flicker. A whisper. A flame that refused to go out.

It was never about fixing myself.
It was about remembering myself.
Piece by piece. Flame by flame.

This work — this path — is the offering I was born to make.
Because I know what it means to forget.
And I know what it takes to come home.

What I Hold Sacred

Spaces where sensitivity is power, and feeling deeply is a gift

Healing as ritual, not punishment

Tarot as a mirror, not a prediction

Shadow work that meets you with softness, not shame

The body as altar, not a battleground

Fire as a teacher — one that transforms, not destroys

This work is for the women who were told they were “too much” —
too loud, too soft, too sensitive, too wild.
I see you. I am you.
And I built this for us.