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 left. Or maybe I surrendered. Hatteras Island caught me like tide and wind, stripping me down to my essentials.

For years I wove in and out of the Outer Banks - Colorado, Puerto Rico, Baja, Michigan, 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.

What I discovered is that Hatteras is where my system recharges, the backdrop that steadies me as I wander, offer, and evolve. From that grounding, I guide people into deeper connection with themselves - helping the body soften, the mind release, and the soul remember its own wisdom. My work carries the rhythm of tide and breeze, a quiet invitation to exhale.

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, that we were never meant to live fragmented.

Some people march. Some organize. Some raise their voices loudly. That path is powerful. My activism 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 we clear the noise, 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.