About Me
I come from a family of artists and healers. My maternal grandmother raised me in her garden, brewing herbs, pressing flowers, speaking to the sky and snails and baking fresh bread. The innate magic and sacredness of all things was the undercurrent of her slow living. She painted, sculpted, weaved, and sewed and always set me up beside her with my own work to play in.
My family gladly bought me art supplies of all sorts. I made little worlds with clay, pencils, and paint, and made dolls out of dead matter from the backyard. I always carried a sketchbook for my mermaid drawings in the back seat of Grammy's mustang. Art and storytelling was the escape I needed when our home environment was in chaos.
Fast-forward some fifteen years and I found myself studying art at the University of California San Diego. I later switched my major to Communications with a minor in Critical Gender Studies, a lovely and riveting education that broke open my personal healing journey.
However, working full time and being a full time student with serious health issues sucked the life out of me. I had undiagnosed endometriosis and I suffered from severe anxiety and depression, all of which worsened in my first 6 years in the workforce. I had no creativity left for art. Instead, I spent my energy and resources on therapy and healing. It has been a long and arduous journey, and it is one I now share openly in the hope that no one feels alone on their path.
I recently graduated from the Southwest Institute of Healing Arts with a certificate in life coaching. I was initiated into this. Everything I have worked through, I now help others with and it is my greatest joy to facilitate wellness in my clients.
But enough about me. What’s your story?
