Between realms, barefoot and unbothered—with a fart joke always in my back pocket.

I’m the kind of woman who’s equally comfortable channeling your dead grandmother while shaking ass to Freak-a-leak in the kitchen. I read energy like a second language, believe crying snotty tears is art, and somehow always end up the one people spill their secrets to. I’m here to help you transform your relationship between your spirit and your body.

I’m the kind of woman who co regulates with Disney Plus and, at 32, still lives out of my laundry basket with zero shame. Give me moody music, mountain air, and a candle, and I’m in my element. I collect self-help books like trophies (but prefer learning through life’s messier initiations). You’ll catch me dancing barefoot in the kitchen to Taylor Swift, or blasting 2000s rap like it’s still 2009. My cats, Ariel and Winnie, are ascended masters. I’d move to Southern Italy tomorrow for the mountains and chocolate gelato. And yes—my friends say I’m audacious. I say I’m just getting started.