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My Story
My Story
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“ The purpose of our lives is to give birth to the best which is within us.”
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“ The purpose of our lives is to give birth to the best which is within us.”
Experience and Qualifications:
Experience and Qualifications:
ITEC Diploma Certificates in Anatomy, Physiology and Body Massage (1999), Clinical Aromatherapy (2001), Systematic Kinesiology (2002) and Indian Head Massage (2005)
ITEC Diploma Certificates in Anatomy, Physiology and Body Massage (1999), Clinical Aromatherapy (2001), Systematic Kinesiology (2002) and Indian Head Massage (2005)
ITEC Diploma Certificates in Anatomy, Physiology and Body Massage (1999), Clinical Aromatherapy (2001), Systematic Kinesiology (2002) and Indian Head Massage (2005)
15 years experience of working in holistic health and healing
15 years experience of working in holistic health and healing
15 years experience of working in holistic health and healing
Certified Emotional Detox Body Therapist (2023)
Certified Emotional Detox Body Therapist (2023)
Certified Emotional Detox Body Therapist (2023)
Certified Tantric Journey Educator (2023)
Certified Tantric Journey Educator (2023)
Certified Tantric Journey Educator (2023)
Trauma-Informed Certificate for Coaches – Centre for Healing (2024)
Trauma-Informed Certificate for Coaches – Centre for Healing (2024)
Trauma-Informed Certificate for Coaches – Centre for Healing (2024)
Psychosexual Somatics® Therapy (PST) Coach (2024)
Psychosexual Somatics® Therapy (PST) Coach (2024)
Psychosexual Somatics® Therapy (PST) Coach (2024)
Currently working towards Advanced Tantric Journey Educator and Lomi Lomi certification
Currently working towards Advanced Tantric Journey Educator and Lomi Lomi certification
Currently working towards Advanced Tantric Journey Educator and Lomi Lomi certification
The long story…
The long story…
When I was a little girl, the catholic church taught me that my virginity was a gift for my husband and I must save myself until I was chosen.
That pleasure was indulgent, greedy and selfish and my desires would lead me to the devil.
I sat with the rosary, diligently reciting Our Father and Hail Mary every day. I would pray that Iwouldn't be led into temptation and that if I was a good girl and did what I was told, and God was pleased with me, I would be safe and loved, and I would go to heaven.
So, I set about getting all the right answers. I did well at school. I was praised for being smart and well behaved. I kept quiet and didn’t cause a fuss. I found my peace in nature, in the woods, with my horse. Riding through the fields and the heathlands. That was when I felt free and safe to be myself and I could listen to the stirring inside me. A place that I could just be myself and feel the beauty and the wonder of it all.
My curious soul was calling.
When I was a little girl, the catholic church taught me that my virginity was a gift for my husband and I must save myself until I was chosen.
That pleasure was indulgent, greedy and selfish and my desires would lead me to the devil.
I sat with the rosary, diligently reciting Our Father and Hail Mary every day. I would pray that Iwouldn't be led into temptation and that if I was a good girl and did what I was told, and God was pleased with me, I would be safe and loved, and I would go to heaven.
So, I set about getting all the right answers. I did well at school. I was praised for being smart and well behaved. I kept quiet and didn’t cause a fuss. I found my peace in nature, in the woods, with my horse. Riding through the fields and the heathlands. That was when I felt free and safe to be myself and I could listen to the stirring inside me. A place that I could just be myself and feel the beauty and the wonder of it all.
My curious soul was calling.
When I was a little girl, the catholic church taught me that my virginity was a gift for my husband and I must save myself until I was chosen.
That pleasure was indulgent, greedy and selfish and my desires would lead me to the devil.
I sat with the rosary, diligently reciting Our Father and Hail Mary every day. I would pray that Iwouldn't be led into temptation and that if I was a good girl and did what I was told, and God was pleased with me, I would be safe and loved, and I would go to heaven.
So, I set about getting all the right answers. I did well at school. I was praised for being smart and well behaved. I kept quiet and didn’t cause a fuss. I found my peace in nature, in the woods, with my horse. Riding through the fields and the heathlands. That was when I felt free and safe to be myself and I could listen to the stirring inside me. A place that I could just be myself and feel the beauty and the wonder of it all.
My curious soul was calling.
Something didn’t fit. I could feel my fire, my passion for adventure, my craving for freedom. Something deep within was calling me to celebrate and honour who I was. I wanted to fly. A free spirit.
And so came the rebellion. The sexual revolution. When I went to university and through most of my twenties, I found my freedom in the party scene and had A LOT of fun. The repression and shame morphed into hedonism and risk taking. My edges were hard to find and I bounced between liberation and shame, reckless self-expression and self-denial.
But I still didn’t feel satisfied. Something was missing.
At 19, I fell in love. We went travelling together and got high. When it all fell apart and I left 12 months later, my boyfriend committed suicide and blamed me. He left me a note telling me it was all my fault. Because I left him.
I didn’t know how to cope. So I stuffed all that guilt, shame, grief and responsibility into a box and hid it somewhere very deep inside me. And those feelings continually whispered to me..
You don’t deserve to be here. You don’t deserve to have what you want.
My sexuality became a way of getting love and attention.
Casual sex was unfulfilling and many times, sex felt like a performance, a way to receive titbits of recognition and worth. And then I found myself with a reputation. An easy lay. A slut.
Something didn’t fit. I could feel my fire, my passion for adventure, my craving for freedom. Something deep within was calling me to celebrate and honour who I was. I wanted to fly. A free spirit.
And so came the rebellion. The sexual revolution. When I went to university and through most of my twenties, I found my freedom in the party scene and had A LOT of fun. The repression and shame morphed into hedonism and risk taking. My edges were hard to find and I bounced between liberation and shame, reckless self-expression and self-denial.
But I still didn’t feel satisfied. Something was missing.
At 19, I fell in love. We went travelling together and got high. When it all fell apart and I left 12 months later, my boyfriend committed suicide and blamed me. He left me a note telling me it was all my fault. Because I left him.
I didn’t know how to cope. So I stuffed all that guilt, shame, grief and responsibility into a box and hid it somewhere very deep inside me. And those feelings continually whispered to me..
You don’t deserve to be here. You don’t deserve to have what you want.
My sexuality became a way of getting love and attention.
Casual sex was unfulfilling and many times, sex felt like a performance, a way to receive titbits of recognition and worth. And then I found myself with a reputation. An easy lay. A slut.
Something didn’t fit. I could feel my fire, my passion for adventure, my craving for freedom. Something deep within was calling me to celebrate and honour who I was. I wanted to fly. A free spirit.
And so came the rebellion. The sexual revolution. When I went to university and through most of my twenties, I found my freedom in the party scene and had A LOT of fun. The repression and shame morphed into hedonism and risk taking. My edges were hard to find and I bounced between liberation and shame, reckless self-expression and self-denial.
But I still didn’t feel satisfied. Something was missing.
At 19, I fell in love. We went travelling together and got high. When it all fell apart and I left 12 months later, my boyfriend committed suicide and blamed me. He left me a note telling me it was all my fault. Because I left him.
I didn’t know how to cope. So I stuffed all that guilt, shame, grief and responsibility into a box and hid it somewhere very deep inside me. And those feelings continually whispered to me..
You don’t deserve to be here. You don’t deserve to have what you want.
My sexuality became a way of getting love and attention.
Casual sex was unfulfilling and many times, sex felt like a performance, a way to receive titbits of recognition and worth. And then I found myself with a reputation. An easy lay. A slut.
I continually walked the good girl tightrope between feeling too much and not enough. I chose partners who were highly critical, reflecting how I felt about myself. They found me exciting and liberating to start with, but then over time, they found themselves threatened or intimidated by my sense of freedom and adventure. They slut shamed me for my past and I desperately sought their approval. If only they could see that I’m worth it.
Then I found someone who loved me just as I was. Who accepted me and celebrated my wildness and my calm. We fell in love and after a short while, I became pregnant and we had our first child. When I became a mother, I went through a huge identity crises. If I wasn’t the sexy party girl anymore, who was I? I felt numb and disconnected from my pleasure. I knew something was missing but I didn’t know what it was or how to access it. I shut down my sexuality. Throughout the years, I hid behind the children and made excuses to avoid intimacy.
After all, its normal to not to want to have sex with your husband, right?
Talking to my friends, it felt normal. I wasn’t alone. That’s just what happens in long term relationships. Sex gets boring. We even laughed about the excuses we came up with. Sex was fueled by fear of abandonment or not wanting to neglect my wife duties and all the conditioning around what it meant to be a good wife. Not very sexy. We would cycle though times of discontent, frustration, rejection and then making up and reconnecting and making promises to each other. And then we would go round again.
And then my horse saved me. Saved us.
I continually walked the good girl tightrope between feeling too much and not enough. I chose partners who were highly critical, reflecting how I felt about myself. They found me exciting and liberating to start with, but then over time, they found themselves threatened or intimidated by my sense of freedom and adventure. They slut shamed me for my past and I desperately sought their approval. If only they could see that I’m worth it.
Then I found someone who loved me just as I was. Who accepted me and celebrated my wildness and my calm. We fell in love and after a short while, I became pregnant and we had our first child. When I became a mother, I went through a huge identity crises. If I wasn’t the sexy party girl anymore, who was I? I felt numb and disconnected from my pleasure. I knew something was missing but I didn’t know what it was or how to access it. I shut down my sexuality. Throughout the years, I hid behind the children and made excuses to avoid intimacy.
After all, its normal to not to want to have sex with your husband, right?
Talking to my friends, it felt normal. I wasn’t alone. That’s just what happens in long term relationships. Sex gets boring. We even laughed about the excuses we came up with. Sex was fueled by fear of abandonment or not wanting to neglect my wife duties and all the conditioning around what it meant to be a good wife. Not very sexy. We would cycle though times of discontent, frustration, rejection and then making up and reconnecting and making promises to each other. And then we would go round again.
And then my horse saved me. Saved us.
Yes, you heard that right.
I took on a traumatised rescue horse with the plan of retraining her and becoming a freelance horse trainer. I needed her to trust me. I tried all the horsemanship techniques I knew from all the top trainers that would be sure to fix her. She had other ideas. She kept saying no, not that. Try again. I became obsessed with finding the right answer. Something she could say yes to.
I didn’t find it. I finally sat down and gave up trying. I was full of anxiety and doubt. I thought maybe it's not her that needs fixing. Maybe it's me. I'm the broken one. I realised I needed her to be fixed so I could feel better about myself. So I could prove to them, whoever they were, that I am good. And worthy.
And as I sat there, feeling all my inadequacy and pain and doubt wash over me. I told her I just don’t know what to do. I give up. Through the tears, in the silence, I heard something inside say,
Thank God for that. Are you ready to listen now?
We sat together for many months, letting go of everything. Years of self-abandonment. I sat through my pain and grief. I felt her trauma and pain and I felt mine. Then in a space and silence something new started to emerge. The desire and drive to understand her and build a bond and deep sense of connection and trust between us felt bigger than the self-doubt.
What do you need to feel safe? I asked. The answer came loud and clear,
look inside, you have everything you need
She became my oracle and my friend. She taught me how to be present, to listen, trust and feel myself. To honour what is. She taught me that the answers are always inside.
She taught me that everything we do is infused with the energy with which we do it. She taught me self-awareness, embodiment and how to be in my centre and be the oasis of calm in a storm. I learnt how to feel, listen and act from my heart and connect with a deep sense of knowing. She taught me surrender. She taught me how to let go of pushing for things to happen because
Something far more beautiful than you can ever imagine comes when you stop trying.
She helped me to redefine and reimagine what success and failure mean. And through the self acceptance and compassion, I came out of hiding in my relationship. Reclaimed what it means to be a mother and a deeply sexual being. We asked for help, we engaged in intimacy coaching and explored conscious kink, authentic relating, erotic blueprints, sex positive spaces and different relationship structures.
Yes, you heard that right.
I took on a traumatised rescue horse with the plan of retraining her and becoming a freelance horse trainer. I needed her to trust me. I tried all the horsemanship techniques I knew from all the top trainers that would be sure to fix her. She had other ideas. She kept saying no, not that. Try again. I became obsessed with finding the right answer. Something she could say yes to.
I didn’t find it. I finally sat down and gave up trying. I was full of anxiety and doubt. I thought maybe it's not her that needs fixing. Maybe it's me. I'm the broken one. I realised I needed her to be fixed so I could feel better about myself. So I could prove to them, whoever they were, that I am good. And worthy.
And as I sat there, feeling all my inadequacy and pain and doubt wash over me. I told her I just don’t know what to do. I give up. Through the tears, in the silence, I heard something inside say,
Thank God for that. Are you ready to listen now?
We sat together for many months, letting go of everything. Years of self-abandonment. I sat through my pain and grief. I felt her trauma and pain and I felt mine. Then in a space and silence something new started to emerge. The desire and drive to understand her and build a bond and deep sense of connection and trust between us felt bigger than the self-doubt.
What do you need to feel safe? I asked. The answer came loud and clear,
look inside, you have everything you need
She became my oracle and my friend. She taught me how to be present, to listen, trust and feel myself. To honour what is. She taught me that the answers are always inside.
She taught me that everything we do is infused with the energy with which we do it. She taught me self-awareness, embodiment and how to be in my centre and be the oasis of calm in a storm. I learnt how to feel, listen and act from my heart and connect with a deep sense of knowing. She taught me surrender. She taught me how to let go of pushing for things to happen because
Something far more beautiful than you can ever imagine comes when you stop trying.
She helped me to redefine and reimagine what success and failure mean. And through the self acceptance and compassion, I came out of hiding in my relationship. Reclaimed what it means to be a mother and a deeply sexual being. We asked for help, we engaged in intimacy coaching and explored conscious kink, authentic relating, erotic blueprints, sex positive spaces and different relationship structures.
Yes, you heard that right.
I took on a traumatised rescue horse with the plan of retraining her and becoming a freelance horse trainer. I needed her to trust me. I tried all the horsemanship techniques I knew from all the top trainers that would be sure to fix her. She had other ideas. She kept saying no, not that. Try again. I became obsessed with finding the right answer. Something she could say yes to.
I didn’t find it. I finally sat down and gave up trying. I was full of anxiety and doubt. I thought maybe it's not her that needs fixing. Maybe it's me. I'm the broken one. I realised I needed her to be fixed so I could feel better about myself. So I could prove to them, whoever they were, that I am good. And worthy.
And as I sat there, feeling all my inadequacy and pain and doubt wash over me. I told her I just don’t know what to do. I give up. Through the tears, in the silence, I heard something inside say,
Thank God for that. Are you ready to listen now?
We sat together for many months, letting go of everything. Years of self-abandonment. I sat through my pain and grief. I felt her trauma and pain and I felt mine. Then in a space and silence something new started to emerge. The desire and drive to understand her and build a bond and deep sense of connection and trust between us felt bigger than the self-doubt.
What do you need to feel safe? I asked. The answer came loud and clear,
look inside, you have everything you need
She became my oracle and my friend. She taught me how to be present, to listen, trust and feel myself. To honour what is. She taught me that the answers are always inside.
She taught me that everything we do is infused with the energy with which we do it. She taught me self-awareness, embodiment and how to be in my centre and be the oasis of calm in a storm. I learnt how to feel, listen and act from my heart and connect with a deep sense of knowing. She taught me surrender. She taught me how to let go of pushing for things to happen because
Something far more beautiful than you can ever imagine comes when you stop trying.
She helped me to redefine and reimagine what success and failure mean. And through the self acceptance and compassion, I came out of hiding in my relationship. Reclaimed what it means to be a mother and a deeply sexual being. We asked for help, we engaged in intimacy coaching and explored conscious kink, authentic relating, erotic blueprints, sex positive spaces and different relationship structures.
We exploded into love again. I stumbled across a tantra retreat that sounded interesting.
And that’s where I found myself. The missing piece. I went on a pilgrimage into my depths.
I felt the grief of what I denied myself and kept myself away from and I connected with my true desire and understood that pleasure has been my guiding light all along.
I switched on and lit that fire and reclaimed the sacred feminine within. I learnt how to honour the sacred masculine within and how to connect to my heart and innate power and wisdom. I studied the philosophy, teachings and practice of Osho, Mantak Chia, Tantrik Shaivism, Shamanism. I engaged in courses in tantric bodywork, self-pleasure, feminine embodiment, emotional release, working with trauma, psychosexual somatic therapy. I took a deep dive into shadow work and understanding everything that was holding me back and integrating those lost parts.
I practice Qigong and Toaist meditation and sexual energy cultivation practices. I started to rebuild trust with my body, my yoni. My body started to come alive, resensitise, drop into deep relaxation and pleasure. I started to communicate my desires and hold myself in love and compassion. I started to experience orgasmic bliss simply by feeling the movement of breath in my body, the feeling of being with and surrendering to the flow of life inside my body.
I started living from the heart and in honour and service to the truth. I stopped smoothing things over and making things fit. I feel alive and connected. I can connect to my centre, my calmness, clarity, compassion, curiosity, joy, bliss.
I'm exploring and experiencing peri-menopause and I'm still journeying with that and unraveling the conditioning and re-imagining what that means. I see it as a rite of passage to a deeper wisdom and knowing.
Its an ongoing and never-ending journey and I became passionate about wanting to share what I learnt. Both men and women have suffered from patriarchy and the conditioning and shame around our sexuality and who we are supposed to be and act in the world.
We are disconnected from the very source of our power and creativity.
Whenever I find the courage to be seen, I find my value reflected back at me. I’m learning to embrace all I am. I've embraced my depth, sensitivity and capacity to love and dream big and realized it is my greatest gift that can heal, insight, liberate and cut straight to the heart of things. It’s not too much. It will always be enough. And I'm ready to share myself with the world and be a guiding light to help others find their way home.
Infinite possibilities, pleasure and joy lie just beneath our ability to surrender to what is and trust life moving through us. Come join me there.
We exploded into love again. I stumbled across a tantra retreat that sounded interesting.
And that’s where I found myself. The missing piece. I went on a pilgrimage into my depths.
I felt the grief of what I denied myself and kept myself away from and I connected with my true desire and understood that pleasure has been my guiding light all along.
I switched on and lit that fire and reclaimed the sacred feminine within. I learnt how to honour the sacred masculine within and how to connect to my heart and innate power and wisdom. I studied the philosophy, teachings and practice of Osho, Mantak Chia, Tantrik Shaivism, Shamanism. I engaged in courses in tantric bodywork, self-pleasure, feminine embodiment, emotional release, working with trauma, psychosexual somatic therapy. I took a deep dive into shadow work and understanding everything that was holding me back and integrating those lost parts.
I practice Qigong and Toaist meditation and sexual energy cultivation practices. I started to rebuild trust with my body, my yoni. My body started to come alive, resensitise, drop into deep relaxation and pleasure. I started to communicate my desires and hold myself in love and compassion. I started to experience orgasmic bliss simply by feeling the movement of breath in my body, the feeling of being with and surrendering to the flow of life inside my body.
I started living from the heart and in honour and service to the truth. I stopped smoothing things over and making things fit. I feel alive and connected. I can connect to my centre, my calmness, clarity, compassion, curiosity, joy, bliss.
I'm exploring and experiencing peri-menopause and I'm still journeying with that and unraveling the conditioning and re-imagining what that means. I see it as a rite of passage to a deeper wisdom and knowing.
Its an ongoing and never-ending journey and I became passionate about wanting to share what I learnt. Both men and women have suffered from patriarchy and the conditioning and shame around our sexuality and who we are supposed to be and act in the world.
We are disconnected from the very source of our power and creativity.
Whenever I find the courage to be seen, I find my value reflected back at me. I’m learning to embrace all I am. I've embraced my depth, sensitivity and capacity to love and dream big and realized it is my greatest gift that can heal, insight, liberate and cut straight to the heart of things. It’s not too much. It will always be enough. And I'm ready to share myself with the world and be a guiding light to help others find their way home.
Infinite possibilities, pleasure and joy lie just beneath our ability to surrender to what is and trust life moving through us. Come join me there.
We exploded into love again. I stumbled across a tantra retreat that sounded interesting.
And that’s where I found myself. The missing piece. I went on a pilgrimage into my depths.
I felt the grief of what I denied myself and kept myself away from and I connected with my true desire and understood that pleasure has been my guiding light all along.
I switched on and lit that fire and reclaimed the sacred feminine within. I learnt how to honour the sacred masculine within and how to connect to my heart and innate power and wisdom. I studied the philosophy, teachings and practice of Osho, Mantak Chia, Tantrik Shaivism, Shamanism. I engaged in courses in tantric bodywork, self-pleasure, feminine embodiment, emotional release, working with trauma, psychosexual somatic therapy. I took a deep dive into shadow work and understanding everything that was holding me back and integrating those lost parts.
I practice Qigong and Toaist meditation and sexual energy cultivation practices. I started to rebuild trust with my body, my yoni. My body started to come alive, resensitise, drop into deep relaxation and pleasure. I started to communicate my desires and hold myself in love and compassion. I started to experience orgasmic bliss simply by feeling the movement of breath in my body, the feeling of being with and surrendering to the flow of life inside my body.
I started living from the heart and in honour and service to the truth. I stopped smoothing things over and making things fit. I feel alive and connected. I can connect to my centre, my calmness, clarity, compassion, curiosity, joy, bliss.
I'm exploring and experiencing peri-menopause and I'm still journeying with that and unraveling the conditioning and re-imagining what that means. I see it as a rite of passage to a deeper wisdom and knowing.
Its an ongoing and never-ending journey and I became passionate about wanting to share what I learnt. Both men and women have suffered from patriarchy and the conditioning and shame around our sexuality and who we are supposed to be and act in the world.
We are disconnected from the very source of our power and creativity.
Whenever I find the courage to be seen, I find my value reflected back at me. I’m learning to embrace all I am. I've embraced my depth, sensitivity and capacity to love and dream big and realized it is my greatest gift that can heal, insight, liberate and cut straight to the heart of things. It’s not too much. It will always be enough. And I'm ready to share myself with the world and be a guiding light to help others find their way home.
Infinite possibilities, pleasure and joy lie just beneath our ability to surrender to what is and trust life moving through us. Come join me there.
