A story of learning to be

I used to joke that the least interesting things about me are visible on my LinkedIn page. Then it occurred to me I could drop the last part of that sentence and simply say the least interesting things about me are visible. Full stop. I think that’s true for most of us -  that the things most beautiful and compelling about us can be hard to see. Sometimes even to ourselves.​

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I come from a lineage of powerful women. My mother, grandmothers, and great-grandmothers were teachers, musicians, lovers of beauty, spirituality, and their families, and I sense they were born ahead of their time.

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Though all of them have passed from this physical realm, they speak to me through poetry and through pictures. I experience their messages to me as a kind of joyful relief that, at last, one of us has the freedom to tell our story without fear of persecution, isolation, and shame. Everything I do is a reflection of their faith in me and my desire for all of us to be free. 

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Early in life, I became disconnected from this unspoken conversation with my ancestors, instead sharpening my mind and intellect. Looking back, there's no doubt that my relentless pursuit of higher education was a form of protection - an armor against potential accusations of madness. But the wildness, the softness, the receptivity to more than what we can see has always there, even when I unknowingly tried to bury it. 

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Today I give thanks to access various forms of knowing across the academic, ancestral, and spiritual realms. Rather than see them in conflict, I appreciate the delicate symmetry that connects them in right relationship. And I weave together pieces from each that are most in service of my clients. 

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I delight in our collective becoming, and I honor how the journey unfolds in you. I'd love to accompany you wherever you are in the ongoing cycles of learning and releasing. ​​​