The Woman Behind the Weaving

My Journey

For ten years, I walked the corridors of banking and finance. From 2002 to 2012, I built a career in an industry that valued precision, productivity, and performance. I had the degree, the titles, the steady rhythm. On paper, it all made sense.

Then 2012 arrived like a door slamming shut.

Three loved ones left this world in quick succession, including the man who raised me. I lost my job. There was no time to pause, to fall apart, to grieve—because I was carrying life. I was pregnant.

My son’s birth was not the soft arrival I had dreamed of. He was taken from me immediately, placed in an induced coma in the ICU. The doctors prepared us for cognitive damage due to oxygen loss. That damage never came. He is whole. He is my daily reminder that outcomes are not predictions.

In the weeks that followed, my own body sounded alarms. Two health scares. No full-time work to return to. So, in 2013, I started my own consultancy. I learned. I built. I succeeded. I kept moving.

By 2018, I was burnt out, successful, and utterly empty.

I had buried so much. The grief for my stepfather, the terror of my son’s birth, the quiet unraveling I never allowed myself to feel. Work had been my anesthetic, and it was no longer working.

I was unhappy. Busy. Frustrated. And angry.

I walked away from the religion that had carried me through my son’s recovery. Not because it failed me—but because I needed to know who I was without it. I was mad at God, yes. But more than that, I was mad at a life that kept asking me to be strong before I was ready.

With nothing left to hold onto, I began to search.

I had been practicing yoga since 2007, but only as a weekend stretch—a gentle reward after a long week in the gym. Now, I approached it differently. Intentionally. Devotedly.

I read the sutras. I studied the eight limbs. I moved from the mat into the philosophy, and from philosophy into inquiry.

A friend introduced me Abraham Hicks. I dove into the law of attraction, then the Toltec wisdom of the Four Agreements. I never stopped searching. Reiki found me. Once I understood energy, I became vegan—not out of restriction, but out of alignment.

When COVID stilled the world, I sat in ceremony. Cacao. Sound. Silence.

In 2021, I completed my yoga teacher training. I began teaching at studios, hotels, retreats—guest spots that slowly became invitations to lead. Each time I held space for someone else, I healed a little more myself.

In 2025, somatic therapy found its way to me. Not as a sudden discovery, but as a quiet homecoming—a return to the body I had spent years trying to outrun. It became the missing thread, the practice that helped me understand that healing is not something we think our way into. It is something we feel, we sense, we embody.

That same year, I opened The Om Body Sanctuary. A physical space for the intangible work of personal healing.

And now, in 2026, I am offering something I never planned to create: The Moon Sage Weaving.

A return that does not ask you to choose one thread, but to honor how they all intertwine—yoga, somatic practices, Reiki, sound, ceremony, and the quiet intelligence of the body. I cannot speak to just one modality, because not one of them saved me alone. They each played their part, in their own time.

I am still healing. Still uncovering. Still shedding light on the blind spots, I didn’t know I had. This is not a finished story. It is a living practice.

And if it resonates with you, you are welcome here.

WHY PRACTICE WITH MOON SAGE?

The Moon Sage Weaving is an invitation to move through life with greater purpose, presence, and grace. It is not a rigid path, but a felt sense of return—again and again—to the wisdom of your own body.

We draw from many threads because healing never arrives through one doorway. Yoga, somatic practices, Reiki, sound, ceremony, and the quiet intelligence of the body each offer their own kind of medicine. Together, they create a container spacious enough to hold all of who you are: the wounded, the healing, and the becoming.

We believe awareness is the first step. But awareness alone is not enough. True transformation requires a safe internal container—a way of meeting ourselves exactly where we are, without shame, without force. From this place, we can tend to our trauma, befriend our nervous systems, and begin to exist in a more authentic, embodied way.

We do not always show up as our best selves. This is not a failure; it is being human. And so, we practice grace—for ourselves, and for one another. Grace is not an excuse. It is the acknowledgment that we are all learning, layer by layer, in our own time.

We hold that every circumstance is either a blessing or a lesson. The lessons are rarely easy, but they are never without purpose. When we soften into them rather than resist, even the hardest seasons become fertile ground for growth. Peace is a teacher, yes—but so is pain. We do not seek pain, yet we honor it—for it often marks the edge of where we stopped growing and where we are called to begin again.

Much of our suffering is not ours alone. It is inherited, absorbed, observed. Trauma lives in the body, passed down through blood, silence and survival. It does not leave because we wish it away. It leaves because we do the work—of relearning, re-feeling, re-weaving ourselves back into wholeness.

This is what The Moon Sage Weaving offers: not a destination, but a return. A way home to yourself, again and again.

You are welcome here—exactly as you are, and exactly as you are becoming.

The Threads I Carry

These are the trainings that have shaped my container. I bring them all to the you —and leave space for what emerges beyond them.

THE THREADS I CARRY

A Space Built for Return

In 2025, I opened The Om Body Sanctuary—not as a studio, but as a held space for the intangible work of personal healing. Tucked away from the noise, it was designed with intention: soft light, organic textures, and quiet touches that invite a sense of grounding, as if stepping momentarily into the calm of the outdoors. Every element is meant to support a return to the body, to breath, to the peace that lives beneath thought.

This is not a place for performance or productivity. It is a container for pause, for release, for the kind of healing that cannot be rushed. Whether for a private session, a sound bath, or simply a moment of stillness, The Sanctuary exists to remind you that you do not have to earn your rest.

You are welcome here—exactly as you are.

• A beautiful image of the space (circular window, serene corner, etc.).

You Are Welcome Here

The weaving continues. And you are welcome here—today, and every time you find your way back.