My Story.

Life’s calling. Soul’s purpose. Such lofty concepts. As a young adult, I didn’t have a driving desire to carve out one specific career path. I wanted to work hard and do well, but I couldn’t put my finger on the job that would light me up.

I studied business in college. It felt safe and respectable. I started my career at a strategy management consulting firm. I remember seeing the partners working on presentations at 2am and thinking, I don’t like where this is going. Travel writing. That sounded interesting. So I moved to New York and earned the Travel Editor position at New York magazine. (Yes, that job was as fun as it sounds.)

I spent ten years there, then had children. Globe-galavanting was no longer feasible. I shifted gears and launched a network of parenting websites that were met with moderate success. Another decade zipped by.

The working mom lifestyle and NYC hustle took its toll. Sleep deprivation, depleted adrenals. I lost my appendix, my

gallbladder, and a parathyroid gland. I was plagued with rashes, digestive upset, and debilitating back pain. My hair was falling out.

I found my way to an energy healer, by way of an intuitive Western doctor. I was skeptical and remember using the term “bat-shit crazy” when describing that first experience to friends. Yet I couldn’t let go of the way I felt on the table. The warmth, the light, the visions, the peace. The emotional release. The feeling of being home. I wanted more. So I set out to learn how to get myself to that transcendental place. I spent two years devouring esoteric healing knowledge and woo-woo experiences, becoming whole and well in a way I never knew was possible.

My healer became my teacher. My own intuitive healing abilities unfolded quite naturally and rapidly. I found absolute joy in helping others tap into their own self-healing potential. External validation—astrology readings, psychic readings, feedback from friends and practice clients—pushed me in the same direction. And there it was, my life’s calling: Teach Others How To Heal Themselves. Looking back it was always there, waiting for me.