I know something at my core about what it is to not be seen for your true genius.

Sometimes you just know stuff.

I’ve sensed my whole life I was meant to work with people with a gift to give— but unsure quite how they were meant to give it.

The problem was, even though I sensed this, I had no earthly idea how I was supposed to do it.

When I say I was my own first client, it’s not because I didn’t have mentors, therapists and coaches along the way.

It’s that for most of my life, my journey has been unaccompanied.

The people that should’ve been there to catch me in my brilliance, nurture the little flame of my creativity, and bless the weird way I navigated life— they weren’t there.

In a traditional village, these would not have been our parents. They would have been tribal elders, ritual leaders and the wild world Herself.

I’ve known what it’s like to have my wild innocence mistaken for ignorance. My dreams dismissed as childish. My passions medicated with Ritalin like a garden sprayed with Round-Up.

There was no one there to help me grow and learn, but mostly, no one to affirm this:

What I knew and was discovering about myself and the world was sacred, holy and precious.

My journey to finding myself has been lifelong. At times, it’s been a straight-up streetfight. A streetfight with the parts of me determined to bury my dreams under 6 feet of inner criticism, self doubt and toxic comparison.

A fight for my soul.

My clients and I find each other because we both sense there’s work to be done together. They sense I have something they want— or, that I can help them get it.

This fit - between my gifts and your journey - is my greatest honor, privilege and commitment.

I want nothing less than that for both of us.

I would love the opportunity to discover if us working together would serve.