Despite the cries of my friends and family that perhaps I’d trained with enough teachers now, I was (and am) on a mission. I was ready to find the real me and ditch the shame and limitation that had kept me small. I had a burning desire for truth, for a new vision of reality that would bring me fully alive.
As I lived and breathed that path of personal and spiritual development, a transition began to happen. I began to be the one holding space rather than sinking into it. I learned to offer healing as well as receive it. I found that ideas for my own workshops and processes starting springing up where previously I had been soaking up the ideas shared by others.
This was more than a course of study, it was an unshakable conviction. That life could be ecstatic, that trauma could heal and that any fear could be worked through.
I didn’t choose the lightweight path of healing, because I wanted radical change and I had the courage to risk it. I went deep into shamanic ritual, mystery school, initiation processes and shadow work. I practiced and trained with teachers of tantra, Taoism and energy healing.
These experiences have equipped me to hold space for intense emotion and release. Whether that is gritty rage, an ocean of grief or an expanse of bliss and ecstasy. Often it’s all of these and sometimes it’s a quiet knowing as the penny of a new possibility drops.