I formally began my practice in 1996. It has grown mostly through referral with an international clientele which has humbled me to such depths. I’m in a place in my life where my formal training doesn’t carry the same weight for me. Rather, the person I’ve become in bearing witness to myself, the relationships I hold close, and especially to the many people I have had the privilege to hold space for, is what I hold most dear.
I’m a published author on healing and spirituality whose written works you can view on this site. I’ve communicated with those beyond the veil since childhood amidst a lineage of Sicilian seers. After a number of healing crises since the age of seven, modern medicine was mystified by what ailed me, I pursued studies in many modalities of energy medicine, shamanism, bodywork and spiritual counseling and development. And I love cats. Can’t live without them!
I am clairaudient, clairsentient, clairvoyant amidst other abilities. I’ve utilized a form of telepathy with babies in utero as well as with people who are unconscious. I’ve worked with pets. I’ve sat with trees and plants and discussed their medicinal properties. I’ve been blessed to explore my abilities in numerous ways and in the end, what matters most has been my ability to be present and provide a safe and holy space for whomever is drawn to working with me.
And many have stayed that I continue the work in sessions with their children, and now their grandchildren. To be a part of an extended family, being present in a healing capacity, listening, offering, carrying their life stories in such sacredness. That is the gift God has given to me. And in gratitude, I hope I have offered something back to them.
My path has been a challenging one and a prayerful one, filled with extremes that the unknown and faith have become my constant companions. I live in two worlds each day, addressing the needs of both living clients and those beyond the veil who call out to me. There’s never a dull moment in my life. God did give me a sense of humor to balance it all, as well as grace.
I’m tenacious in my desire to help people suffer less by being more open to receiving that grace. The inner work isn’t always easy, and we simply don’t have to do it alone.
Forgive me for having the kind of boundaries
you feel you need to push against.
Forgive me for having the kind of self esteem
that triggers your inadequacies.
Forgive me for having the kind of strength
that angers your weaknesses.
Forgive me for having the kind of unconditional
love that makes you feel bitter.
Forgive me for being the warrior that rises up
against your victimhood.
Forgive me for being a mirror reflection of you,
those pieces of myself I worked hard to gather,
to mend, to heal and show mercy towards.
Life is too precious to keep those power struggles going.
You become your own home, dear child.
Giving birth amidst the chaos, ensconced in every landscape. Plundered by multifaceted wounds from every dimension. You’ve mastered the art of breathing light within the darkness.
Haven’t you?
Reaching for any earthen holiness to hold you tightly
against the ravages of time. Waiting in earnest to walk with a God you have only dreamed of meeting. A God to guide you during every labor pain life has given you.
Do you trust enough to rise from the ashes or let them engulf you? Keeping still can make you feel like warrior or prey, but giving birth is the only choice afforded your soul in this very moment even when physical death is imminent.
Oh the life that humbly awaits you. The home that you crave
has nestled itself inside you all this time. Waiting for drenching tears of joy as you breathe faith into your lungs…
for the very first time. Ever.
Welcome home my love, welcome home.
I dissolved myself into emptiness
Thinking God would love me more
Estranged from The Divine
Sheltering amidst the graves of my ancestors
For centuries before I asked
What did I have to prove?
There is no shame in darkness
Or the abyss that accompanies the path
The splendor of every tear
The magnificence of every wound
Do not be afraid to caress
The waters from which you ascended
The underworld from which you healed
And the light you so richly deserve.
I saw my own death
Standing there amidst the pines
Whose needle like leaves ensconced
His powerful stature.
Unsure of the path between He and I,
I whispered sweet nothings into the ethers
Trembling as I tip-toed through the brush
Trying to anticipate His every move
Undulating sweat pouring forth
From my body,
Hands clenched in fervent prayer,
I drew closer to this ominous figure
Whose light and darkness
Confounded my soul since ever I could remember.
He grabbed me with such an intensity
I fell silent as though the beat of my heart
Dissipated into the abyss.
I gathered what courage I could and looked deeply into His eyes.
Unable to utter a word, tears strolled down my cheeks.
I didn’t know why I was there
Or why He was there for that matter.
Wanting to escape into the shelter of those trees
His mighty arms embraced me.
“I love you. I love you, I love you.”
Flabbergasted, I stared into death’s eyes again.
“I love you,” He said with such a radiant warmth
That I was able to feel my heartbeat again.
A softness enveloped the space between us
I was no longer afraid of Him
No longer afraid of death
And no longer afraid of the path between us.