My Story

I didn’t start out in the healing arts. I started in engineering, pushing myself through a life that drained more than it gave. By my early thirties, I was exhausted, untethered, and quietly unraveling. So I stepped away. Or maybe I surrendered. Hatteras Island found me like tide and wind, stripping me down to my essentials and reminding me how to breathe again.

For years, I wove in and out of the Outer Banks, Colorado, Puerto Rico, Baja, Michigan, and Tennessee, each place reshaping me. I thought I was searching, but really I was learning how to listen. To my body. To my truth. To the subtle currents beneath everything.

The Outer Banks, especially Hatteras, became a place of recalibration for me. Not my home in the traditional sense, but a touchstone. A place my nervous system knows. A coastline that restores me, steadies me, and helps me remember who I am beneath the noise. I return there to refill, to realign, to listen deeply. And I carry that medicine with me wherever I go.

The healing I offer is informed by these coastal rhythms. Tide and breath. Wind and nervous system. Movement and stillness. Whether I’m working beside the ocean or far from it, the work carries the same frequency. A quiet invitation to soften, to exhale, to come back into coherence with yourself.

From this grounding, I guide people into deeper connection with their bodies and inner wisdom. Helping the body soften. Helping the mind release. Helping the soul remember what it already knows.

This is my activism.

We all see what’s unfolding in the world. Fear. Division. Disconnection. The illusion of separation runs deep. We’ve forgotten that unity consciousness is our birthright and that we were never meant to live fragmented.

Some people march. Some organize. Some raise their voices loudly. That path is powerful. Mine looks different.
My activism is alignment.
It’s restoring coherence within so we can remember that we are not separate.
It’s helping people return to the truth of who they are. Not through forcing, but through softening. Not through fixing, but through feeling.

Through sacred bodywork, breath-led movement, and intuitive recalibration, I offer space for what’s distorted to dissolve. The body knows what it’s ready to release. The soul knows what it’s ready to reclaim. When the noise clears, our true frequency rises.

And when one person remembers, it ripples.

This is how the grid rewires. Through individual resonance. Through each of us daring to live from truth instead of fear. This is how the collective shifts. One nervous system at a time. One honest breath at a time.

This is where I’ve been. This is where I’m headed. And if you’ve landed here, maybe it’s where our paths meet too.