I’ve spent years following the threads of healing—
Through the stillness of craniosacral work,
the ancient pulse of acupuncture,
the deep listening of integrative psychotherapy.
I’ve lived in India, where silence taught me more than words.
I’ve sat with stories passed down through generations,
felt the ache of the unspoken in my own bones.
I studied the nervous system, trauma, somatics,
and the soft intelligence of the body.
Not to fix it—but to understand it.
Because time and time again, I return to this truth:
The body speaks.
Not in sentences, but in signals—tightness, tears, goosebumps, exhaustion.
We don’t need to override it.
We just need to learn its language.
Now, I walk alongside sensitive souls —
those who feel everything, everywhere, all at once.
Often neurodivergent, always deeply attuned.
Together, we slow it all down.
We honour the beauty of their unique wiring.
We create safety, softness, space.
And we listen — gently, curiously — to what the body has been trying to say all along.