For the past 23 years, I’ve been a practitioner of healing arts. I am a certified EFT Practitioner, Community Herbalist, Birth and Postpartum Doula, Meditation teacher, Yoga Teacher, and Biodynamic Craniosacral Therapist. I bring insight, warmth, creativity, vulnerability, courage, and playfulness to my work with clients. Having journeyed through my own dark night of the soul with a decade-long chronic and complicated illness, I possess deep empathy for the challenging experiences of being human.
At my core, I am a medicine woman; that’s the calling I have heard ever since I can remember. I have always longed to know what it is that sustains us when everything we love falls away. What is the light that shines in the darkness? How do we heal? How do we love? How do we melt the hearts of those who do great harm? How do we melt our own hearts? How do we come back from unimaginable suffering? How do we sustain our faith in the midst of unimaginable suffering? Healing myself and others has been the purpose of my life.
Growing up, I spent my summers in the Adirondacks, where I still go today. This is the place where I truly come alive. I love the night sky, the trees and the slow pace of country life. The lake there is my favorite place on our beautiful earth. I spend whole days floating in the lake on a tube drinking in the sun.
During meteor showers, you’ll find me in the sand in my sleeping bag or on a mountain watching the sky until my eyes just won’t stay open anymore, no matter how much I try. Fires draw me in and when a fire is lit I can’t go home until I watch the coals dance their last. As soon as the earth warms in spring, my shoes come off and don’t go back on until late fall.
My spirituality is an intrinsic part of me. In the world of labels, you would call me Buddhist. I have deep Buddhist vows and commitments. I lived at a dharma center for 8 years in Arizona and have spent almost three years of my life in solitary retreat. I do love the dharma. I also just simply love the essence. I love deep spiritual practice, connection, and essence in all forms. Last summer was a summer of healing for me and I was blessed to be steeped in ceremonies; inipis, waterfall ceremonies, Mayan Fire ceremonies, tipi ceremonies. I am captivated and magnetized by grace, by ceremony, by depth and by melodies.
Nature is my medicine, informing my pace and tempo. Although I grew up in a city, as a young adult, I moved into the woods of Maine. My first winter, I lived in a little house on a lake. My first spring and summer I lived outside, sleeping on the grass under the stars. When cold returned to the land, I lived in a tiny cabin in the woods, hauling my water and using a solar panel for lights. When I went to college in Arizona, I lived in a tipi. And then at the dharma center, my home was a yurt.
When I am hurting, trees are my medicine. When I am too tired to do anything, the sun fills me with warmth and I rest. When I need to rest, I lie down on the earth. I love sphagnum moss and the way she holds me, and all my troubles slide into her. The rocks can hold our pain. The trees can offer us medicine. All we have to do is ask.
My life has been an incredible journey; through chronic illness, the last decade has caused unquantifiable loss, and my life looks radically different than what I dreamed of as a child on that Adirondack beach. Yet, I retain faith and hope, and I persist. And by journeying through the darkness and back, I’ve cultivated a depth of presence that I now bring to my clients, because the truest thing I know is that presence heals.