I remember it clearly, the scent of wax and paper, the thrill of possibility. I was six when my grandmother came from New York to visit us in San Rafael, California, carrying a simple box of oil pastels that felt like treasure. I still have them.

That moment never really left me.

Standing before a blank canvas today, selecting colors in the studio, I feel the same quiet anticipation. That sense of possibility, curiosity, and something waiting to be discovered.

…to A Sacred Life

When I’m not redirecting our spirited lab, Oski, you’ll find me restoring my energy in the garden by the ocean, paint-spattered in the studio, preparing something nourishing, or walking forest trails for the quiet my system needs.

I’m here to see. To feel what’s true beneath the surface. To wait for the right invitations and then guide from clarity.

Calling myself an artist was the beginning. Years of devotion in the studio led to a residency at the Vermont Studio Center and gallery representation. From the outside, it looked aligned. Inside, old perfectionism and fear were running the show.

So I slowed down and began to untangle.

Through therapy, self-inquiry, and women’s studies, I healed patterns of people-pleasing, codependency, and self-abandonment. I learned to honor my energy instead of pushing through. I learned that rest sharpens insight. That boundaries protect creativity. That sensitivity is wisdom.

Intuitive process painting reopened my joy. Play returned. I stopped forcing and started responding. Life began to move with me instead of against me.

Discovering energy work changed everything. Training in Reiki, Pranic Healing, Energetic NLP, and psychic development deepened my trust in inner guidance. It isn’t outside of us. It’s within waiting to be recognized.

Now I guide women back to themselves helping them trust their intuition, honor their energy, and create from alignment rather than pressure.

Because when we stop proving and start listening, life becomes far more graceful.