Healing ain’t for the faint of heart.

It comes at a huge cost—the cost of the version of ourselves we built to survive.
All the pain, grief, shame, sorrow that we so skillfully managed to store away somewhere in the body demands to be acknowledged and loved.
And it’s not romantic, it’s not a fairy tale.
It’s a raw rite of passage—crushing and liberating.

This is a time of choices, of turning points. I have witnessed over and over during my sessions how wonders happen, when we choose to breath through our armour, be vulnerable and open up to Life in its greatness and mystery

Dance and nature are important allies in my work and in my everyday life. They remind me I can come home to myself any time, nothing special is needed, just my desire to do so.

As an empath and body therapist I can see, feel and intuit more about my clients than what is seen on the surface.

I can tune into my intuition - the wise subtle voice that tries to speak to us all the time, and I recognise how it speaks through my body.

Have you ever had those nagging thoughts? The unspoken words that come from our deepest unexpressed corner within. Sometimes they happen in the middle of the night or at the break of dawn.

I often struggle with their harshness and hopelessness. I just want them to stop and leave me alone.

Grief has the power of cleansing a life.

“We can’t heal if we can’t grieve; we can’t forgive if we can’t grieve” - Brene Brown

I have been through many challenges lately.

I faced my deepest fears over and over, and each time when I am in the middle of it and all my defense mechanisms are activated, a thought comes “You have been There already, you can do it, just keep trying”.