My journey created an intimacy with change and entropy. I know what it’s like to be swept into nihilism, lose what matters to me, devolve into soil. Without understanding processes, it would be easy to paint a picture of my failures, incompetency, and poor luck. That isn’t my story, however. My story is more beautiful and full of grit, betrayal, medical malpractice, poetry, and innovation.

I can also notice what my lie is like when I don’t honor my body and wisdom. Those periods can be part of the larger picture and can also be a signal that I’m being invited into a deeper frequency of rest, communion, play, and invention.

What remains to be true is that I come alive when I am guiding others to connect more with their bodies, perspective, and awareness - the flow and refinement of creative becoming.

A major thing that brings me back from every low in life is my engagement in the fight against disenchantment. Reminding us what magic feels like, distilling the gems from our stories, and fueling possibility . . . is my design.

Why is this relevant? Because this understanding signals the profound connection I have to my craft and also communicates the power of bringing new perspectives and embodied optimism backed into the fold by a relationship with loss . . . this kind of presence and capacity to journey is transformative in our daily and fractal lives.

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In gist. Call me fairy god mother, or siren, or Kali, or crone, or witch, or wizard, or slug, or woman. I am here to flame your fire and insist on your most magical and authentic existence.

The funny thing is that the purification also comes with peace. When we are calibrated and uncluttered, we simply move differently and the body is welcomed back into the fold of our collective imagination and creativity. We begin to digest and direct our experiences. Perhaps a movement director is what the doctor ordered ;)