My journey as a healing arts practitioner began at age five.

My mother lived with chronic conditions that made everyday touch nearly unbearable for her. Nearly. During healing sessions, she could receive it. And so I discovered early on how to create and hold sacred space — a place where someone carrying unbearable weight could take refuge.

My Mother, Katie, was my first teacher.

She remained my teacher in ways both seen and unseen across the decades that followed.

Years later, I was with her at the end of her life. And what I witnessed in those last years has made me a more complete, more qualified practitioner than any book or classroom training ever did.

Those looking on without a spiritual framework may have seen only difficulty, struggle, and pain. What I witnessed was a soul, a woman — metabolizing, integrating, reclaiming. Reflecting on her life more thoroughly than ever before. Filling in the holes. Rewriting stories she’d carried for most of her life. Making peace. Readying herself for the next phase of her evolution. She was a spiritual warrior, victorious in her private battle.

I’ve witnessed and attended the full arc of a human healing journey alongside another soul. Through this there was a transmission, a confirmation, an affirmation of the ongoing spiritual reality of which we’re all a part. What a gift!

My training and lineage

My path deepened through learning experiences, and apprenticeships beginning in 1980 in Arizona, Colorado, and New Mexico, eventually leading to formal education at Santa Fe Academy of Healing Arts. I’ve been a licensed massage therapist since 2014 and bring well over 10,000 hours of hands-on practice to each session. My education continues.

Drawing from indigenous perspectives, especially those of Hawaii, India, and Japan, I work with Lomilomi, Abhyanga, Usui Reiki, Hawaiian Huna, and Ayurveda, alongside a number of traditional Western practices including trigger point therapy, and myofascial release. Each session is uniquely tailored, guided by what your body needs.

I trust that a body in balance is self-healing. Through ritual preparation, presence, deep listening, and skillful response, I help restore this balance. This combination — skill, presence, and your willingness — creates the conditions where expansive change can happen.

Who comes to me

You arrive carrying the weight of an inherited narrative — from family, from culture, from the age itself — accepting it as reality. The stories you’ve been told so many times they’re now on replay — in the mind, in the nervous system, in the body itself. The transference so successful, you may even think it’s your story. And even though something in you knows this story isn’t true, you’ve lost your way back to clarity.

You're someone who cares deeply, feels deeply, loves vastly. And who perhaps has gone numb beneath the armor your psyche and body have built — layer by layer — to carry what the world gave you no time to process. Experience and emotion, unmetabolized. Love offered and not received, until you begin to wonder if something is wrong with you. A world that keeps moving, that rarely slows down, that doesn't make room for the tender parts of who you are. So the armor thickens. And you carry it — until the weight of protecting yourself becomes its own kind of exhaustion.

What happens in a session

The droning stops.

You experience your body as refuge, as temple. The nervous system — wound tight, reacting to everything in ways you’re not always aware of, begins to regulate. Breath deepens. And incrementally, your inner rhythm reveals itself — like the lapping of the ocean, tide moving in and out.

You’re lulled awake.

As the work continues — it builds, refreshes, opens perception, perspective. Clears the pathway inward and all the myriad ways outward. This work is metabolization, and integration — in the inner stillness where you may reflect, reclaim, and rewrite the stories you’ve been living inside.

What you leave with

You leave at least with a bar or two of the song you came into this world — singing.

Your interior world tidied. The windows into who you are cleaned and polished, so the light you are can shine outward — and the beauty of the world can reach you again.

I was once in a coffee shop where the woman behind the counter was holding her baby while running the register. As the credit card receipt printed, that baby girl — maybe eleven months old — watched it with her whole face & body expressing delight.  Eyes wide. Mouth open. Pure presence. No judgment, no weight, no story. Just — oooh. look at that.

That’s what this work can return people to.

Because underneath everything you’ve been carrying, that capacity is still there. It never left.

This life is one fantastic gig. Sometimes we just need help remembering that.

Be whole. Be well. Be free.