I speak the words that live at the bottom. I take the unformed grace and give it to you as passages that make your bones quake. I peel away the lies that have been woven into your shroud, pulling them thread by thread, until it all unravels at our dancing feet. I am the fire.
There was a time in my life when all I wanted to be was good. And so I set out to prove that I was. It was a quest and it took me. To classes and workbooks and healers and tears. It took me to the edge. Where I could look around and say, this should be enough. But it wasn’t. The war within me raged.
There wasn’t a moment when it all changed. It was a slow unraveling. I untangled mySelf from the stories that were woven into my being. I embraced every living piece of mySelf. I stopped fighting with the invitations my Soul offered.
It was in this, that I became more of who I am and have always been. That I saw that our worth is inherent. That our purpose is in our presence. I saw the necessity of destruction...how it offers us the chance to shed the skins of what was so that we rise up in ourSelves, root to core to crown. It was in this that I still am.
I am a seer. A healer. An oracle. An artist.
I sing you the stories of your soul, and share with you its invitations. I destroy what is in the way. I am in love with the density. I am here for all that matters.
Things people like to know about me:
I have a masters in Counseling Psychology from The University of Santa Monica
I live in Asheville, NC
I want space to dance, time to read and delicious food to eat
I once lived in a castle in the Netherlands
I know the secret to the perfect s’more
I believe that Black Lives Matter
I believe that gay rights are human rights and that gender is a construct
I celebrate the human body in all its glorious forms