Mothers,

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I support mothers because I know what it is like to deeply, deeply, suffer and struggle through the initiation of Motherhood.

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I became pregnant at 23 with a person my soul had known for centuries, but my human had only just met. I was alone in an unknown city with no family, friends, and or support. I was alone as I crossed the threshold of Motherhood, with 'only' the deeply ingrained wisdom in my cellular memories from Great Great Great Great Great Great Grandmothers to guide me...

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I birthed my daughter at home, in a space that we'd lived in without walls, a floor, plumbing, or electricity. 

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Soon after her birth we discovered she suffered a stroke and became paralyzed on the right side of her body. She now lives with Cerebral Palsy Right Side Hemiplegia. 

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On top of this, I consciously conceived, birthed, and walked through early Motherhood with a devotion to raising my child with compassion, peace, connection, and relational security. The space between devotional dreaming and reality struck me hard enough to make me question my entire existence and my if I in fact deserved Motherhood at all. 

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I know what it's like to wish I never had a baby, that my baby had a different mother, to spend days, weeks and months wishing I could disappear and escape. I didn't have the skills! I didn't know how to feel, to understand my emotions, to take care of my self, to handle my rage or my overwhelm. 

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I know how it feels to be suffocated by the responsibility of Motherhood after decades dissociated from my body, heart, and mind and the healing work I needed to receive in order to claw my way from the underworld.

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A combination of movement and somatic modalities of many kinds, working with a parent coach, building up my nervous system capacity, trauma restoration in my mind and body, studying, researching, and receiving as much help from as many different avenues as possible, I have made it to the other side.

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Motherhood is still and forevermore the dancefloor of my personal transformation. I move here, with the wood and the walls and the music. I seek, I sense, I shed, I surrender, I settle. Over and over and over and over again.

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Now I show other mothers how to move through their own underworld, back up into the light. where, despite inevitable chaos and challenge, they are rooted in themselves. They feel, they express, they know, they connect, they belong.

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​My House of the Mother framework is how I guide Mothers to find freedom and expression within every room of their Motherhood.​ Mothers like you who want your children to grow up with a mama who is ALIVE! Not tormenting herself with stories of her 'not enoughness' or a mama who is unable to be present in her body and heart. You can!!! You can. You can.

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