My personal liberation is my curriculum.
My embodiment is my agenda.
The sword of survival becomes the sword of discernment.

Structure is sacred.
Rebellion is healing.

I’m not here to perform — I’m here to remember.

I guide awakening women through the holy mess of becoming — those who have achieved, served, and carried the world, yet still feel the quiet ache that says: there’s more.

Together we practice somatic coaching, inner child work, and gentle burnout recovery.

We weave climate-conscious healing with women’s empowerment coaching so that inner ecology and outer action finally move as one.

Becoming is not a finish line.
It’s a rhythm.
A spiral.
A sacred remembering.

It is not a single breakthrough or a clean arc of success.

Becoming is breath.

Becoming is grief.

Becoming is truth returning to your bones, over and over again, in deeper forms.

Every layer you peel is not failure — it’s invitation.
To meet yourself more fully.
To turn performance into presence.
To trade worthiness for sovereignty.

The lie you were sold was this:

“If I just heal this… then I’ll arrive.”

But your soul?

She wants devotion, not completion.

Beauty in the mess.
Movement without apology.

You’re not behind because you’re still becoming.
You’re alive because you’re still becoming.
Each shedding is a new chapter of freedom.
Each truth reclaimed, a new kind of power.

This work — our work — is not about fixing what’s broken.
It’s about remembering what’s whole.
And learning to live uncaged, even when the world isn’t ready for your wings.

Sacred. Sovereign. Becoming.