I have been on a path of authentic living for about fifteen years. I have trained (extensively) in what I offer, and mostly I like to believe that I embody the work. I chew on my practices, swallow and metabolize them, and continuously (have to!) come back to them.

I made peace and learnt to dance through the hardest experiences of my life and I guess that in itself makes one equiped to sit with people who are moving through theirs.
I have walked, sometimes boldly, and many times trembling, through the initiatory fires of this beautiful sometimes terrifying life.

I was brought to my knees and had to rebuild capacity, slowly, steadily, thanks to the tools I share and the right people alongside me.

But what matters is not so much my story, but how it has transformed me, and grew my capacity to hold the discomfort of transformation this work requires.

I had to chose over and over walking my path and no one else’s which makes it complexe to label my work with precision. What I can say is that it is one of deep play, where the threads of safety meet curiosity and guide you toward more authenticity in being, more ease, a greater ability to be in connection to yourself and others, and live a life that feels like who you actually are.