
My deepest self awareness has actually unfolded during my journey as a space-holder.
A Bit About My Path
For much of my life—and throughout a significant portion of my personal growth journey—the depth of my wounds remained hidden, even from myself.
In 2010, I began working deeply with sacred medicines and skilled practitioners across a variety of healing modalities. I experienced transformation and growth, yet I still found myself hovering on the surface of my pain, unable to access the core of my dis-ease.
At the age of 42, life offered me a perfect storm. In a span of just three months, I became a mother, was initiated into the Bwiti tradition, moved to another country, and co-founded an Iboga retreat with my husband, Anthony. Any one of these rites of passage could have catalyzed profound transformation—but I chose to walk through all four at once.
I was raised in a loving, yet broken home. Both of my parents were deeply wounded children of addicted and highly dysfunctional families. Without realizing it at the time, I endured emotional and physical abuse, repressed sexual trauma, and lived within cycles of codependency, enmeshment, and control. I had constructed a narrative that my childhood was mostly happy, and that belief made it nearly impossible to understand why I continued to attract painful, toxic experiences—and why I carried such a deep reservoir of anger and frustration.
Motherhood, the medicine, and our retreat center became mirrors—illuminating the shadows I had yet to meet with love, compassion, and truth. Becoming a mother to our brilliant daughter, Luna, continues to reveal parts of myself in need of liberation and authenticity.
This journey has been beautiful, messy, and profoundly empowering. It humbles me daily.