Since childhood, I’ve felt the quiet hum beneath the surface of life, the unseen threads that weave everything together. What once felt like sensitivity became a sacred language, guiding me to listen beyond words and see beyond form.  

When loss cracked my heart open, it also opened a doorway to the divine. Through breath, energy, and movement, I began to remember who I truly am — both human and infinite. Each inhale became a prayer, each exhale a release, and in that rhythm, I found home.  

Now, I walk beside those who are ready to awaken their own remembrance, to soften into the truth of who they are, and to rise in harmony with the rhythm of their soul. Together, we return to the light within, where peace and purpose are already waiting.