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I left behind the structure of my 9-5 job, despite the uncertainty, despite the challenges of being an Expat. I followed what felt true, what felt alive. That pull led me to photography—not as a profession at first, but as a way of seeing, of feeling, of witnessing.
Photography found me in this space of surrender. It became more than just taking pictures—it became a way of witnessing. A way of seeing beyond what was visible. I was drawn to the quiet strength of women, the raw beauty of pregnancy, the sacred transition into motherhood.
People saw beautiful photos; I saw the sacredness of a body that had carried, birthed, and nourished life. Without realizing it, I had stepped into something far greater than myself. I had become a witness to the divine feminine in all her forms.
But my own body still held questions, wounds, mysteries waiting to be unearthed. MY body was still asking me to listen more closely.
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During the stillness of the pandemic, I found myself facing deeper questions. My unexplained fertility struggles and sudden asthma felt like more than just physical challenges. They felt like stories waiting to be heard.
It started with my own healing, but it awakened something ancient within me.
A remembering.
That’s when I was drawn into the world of Shamanic Healing. It helped me open my heart to this ancient wisdom and I craved to receive more.
I immersed myself in the New Earth Medicine Woman Master Training, learning about womb wisdom, breathwork, Tantra, energy healing, and embodiment practices. I sat in circles, held hands with sisters, learned to breathe in a way that set my spirit free. One training led to another—circle facilitation, ET healing, quantum healing, Reiki, feminine embodiment practices.
It was as if every missing piece of me was returning home.
And now, I bring it all together.
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And now, I bring it all together.
My photography is no longer just about capturing moments—it’s about witnessing the soul.
My healing work is no longer just about learning techniques—it is about holding women as they remember themselves.
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I am here to honor your body, your stories, your emotions—the full spectrum of who you are.
This is my deepest passion.
It is my devotion.
A love letter to the divine feminine, to every woman who has ever longed to feel whole again.
If you feel the call, I am here.
To witness you.
To hold you.
To walk with you.
This is our journey—together.
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Aho!
