Mother. Mystic.
Mentor. Artist.

I found my way here
through living it.

I was a people-pleasing rebel with a secret life. On the outside I fit in — just enough, just barely — while something underneath was always pulling in a completely different direction. Contradictory, polarising, fragmented. Like two versions of myself that couldn't find a way to coexist. My body always knew a vibe was off before my mind caught up — a whole fuck yes or a whole hell no — and I followed that, even when it looked reckless from the outside. I didn't know I was trusting myself. I just knew I couldn't stay anywhere that felt wrong.

I was confused about who I was — my body, my desires, my needs. I numbed the pain and I chased bliss, two sides of the same coin, both trying to escape the unbearable ordinariness of a life that never quite fit. Substances. Sex. Movement. Anything that made the static stop or the aliveness start. It wasn't self-destruction. It was self-medication for something I didn't yet have words for.

I have lived a lot of lives. High school hangovers in Vancouver. Fine dining, VIP clubs, celebrities. Teaching English in Thailand and Germany. Backpacking through Mexico. Ecuador with a four-year-old. Rehab. And then in the middle of all of it, a divine instruction so clear I couldn't ignore it. That calling led me to yoga, to India, to the body, to the shadow, to rehab again — and then to twenty years of immersion in yoga therapy, Kundalini tantra, addiction recovery, trauma therapy, depth psychology, mysticism and dream work.

Being a mother has been
its own labyrinth.

Being a mother has been its own labyrinth — its own initiation into depths I could never have predicted, its own stripping away of everything I thought I was in order to find out what was actually true.

My daughter and I have been in a chrysalis together through all of it, dying a million deaths between us — and every time we re-emerge, we are more ourselves than we were before.

I am an artist and my own muse. What I create moves through me as an expression of my soul, my emotions, and unseen realms that words cannot quite reach.

I am rooted in the feminine and the earth — her cycles, her shadows, her medicine. Ancestral wisdom and indigenous knowing. The Egyptian pantheon. The body of water that makes something in me go quiet so something else can wake up. These are not separate from the work. They are the ground it grows from.

That feeling of being fragmented without knowing why. Of being too much without understanding what that means. Of sensing there is something more but having no language for what it is. That is what I have spent years learning to name — weaving the seen and the unseen, the mundane and the extraordinary — and translating it into something people can actually use to live more freely, more fully, and more like themselves.

This work is for the people who are willing to look at what lives in the shadows — and who want to do that in a way that is creative, alive and soul-stirring, not just endlessly heavy.

I invite you to bring all of it here — the sexuality and the spirituality, the shadow and the light, the addiction and the awakening, the maiden, mother, mystic and muse.

Let me help you find your true Soul's expression.

Tantra is a Lifestyle —
and a yes to all of it.

What if you didn't have to choose between your spirituality and your humanity? Between your desire and your devotion? Between the wild parts of you and the sacred ones? Tantra says you don't. It is one of the oldest living philosophies on earth and its central idea is radical in its simplicity — everything about you belongs.