It’s a language I learned along the way.

My path into intuitive healing began beside my husband, Steve, when his lymph nodes swelled six times their normal size.
We faced the fear of tests, the question no one ever wants to ask — is this cancer? — and the agonizing wait for answers.
And then, strangely, came the unknown: no diagnosis.

At first, that uncertainty felt terrifying. Looking back, it was the greatest gift.
It cracked the door open to a different kind of healing — the kind that gives your power back.

The kind that invites trust in the body.
That breaks the old story that your body is against you and replaces it with the truth that your body is an ally — always trying to communicate, if only we understood its language.

This kind of healing was new to us, but it felt undeniable. A path worth exploring.

One that encourages discernment and asks you to find what’s true for you… not to follow advice out of fear, or to do something just because an expert told you to.
A kind of healing that swaps fear for trust, pity for participation, and invites your emotions and spirit to take their rightful place as part of the medicine.

What began as Steve’s healing soon became a mirror for my own.
The body has a way of asking all of us to listen — sometimes through the ones we love most.
Walking with him through uncertainty and fear was my first initiation into this work, and it nudged me to consider what my own body was saying.

On the surface, it showed up as cystic acne: breakouts no cream could touch.
Underneath, confidence felt like something I had to wear — like makeup or the right clothes.
I could “put on a brave face,” but it never quite fit. It was tight, performative, held together by the strength of others.
If they weren’t around, I panicked inside. I can’t do it by myself, was a common thought.

My skin told one story, but my body had others — whispered from deeper places, waiting to be heard.

It showed up as a bladder that couldn’t rest: always tense, always on alert.
Underneath was the pressure to stay available, to keep the peace, to earn safety by being good.
My body wasn’t betraying me; it was begging me to listen to my own needs.

Listening meant learning a new language — one that honors the dialogue between body, mind, and spirit.
It meant sitting with discomfort instead of bypassing it.
It meant letting my emotions, intuition, and imagination guide the process rather than following instructions or chasing quick fixes.

That inward journey didn’t just heal my own body; it shaped how I guide others.
I’ve supported my family through some of the toughest medical moments: breast cancer, a heart attack, a quadruple bypass.
And over the years, I’ve guided clients around the world through their own healing journeys — from those facing chronic pain or emotional burnout to those simply longing to feel more like themselves again.

Time and again, I’ve seen that the emotional side of healing is never separate from the physical.
When we tend to both, the body finds its rhythm again and begins to thrive.
It still leaves me in awe, and a little giddy, every single time.

After seeing what’s possible, I couldn’t unsee it — the way the body and spirit keep speaking in all of us, all the time.

This work isn’t something I turn on and off with clients. It’s how I live and breathe: listening, feeling, practicing the same care I guide others through.
In session, we listen to the body and imagination together.
Often, when someone describes what they see or feel, their mind answers first — logical, careful, conditioned.
But when we ask what the spirit wants and give it a voice, everything changes. A whole new story begins to unfold.

Through inner vision and sensation, the spirit gets to move freely; to make choices, to express what it’s been holding back.
And the body’s role is to help you feel that this is real — the invisible becoming felt.
It’s not just made up in your mind.

When the spirit finally has a voice, the body responds: pain softens, warmth blooms in the heart, breath deepens, tension eases.

That’s where peace begins… when the mind and the spirit stop arguing and start listening to each other.
And that’s where healing unfolds.