As a child, my imagination was the only door out of what felt like an inescapable situation. Color was my ally, and creativity my saving grace. I wrote, I read, I sang, I drew, and I colored. I dreamed of other worlds in immeasurable depth as I sought refuge from a home of emotional neglect, abandonment, addiction, abuse, and later, in homelessness.

My life was a roller coaster, only instead of just being a passenger I scaled its tracks on my tiptoes, desperate to not fall through its cracks. My life was consistently terrifying until I became numb to the pain and no longer afraid to lean in for the thrill.

I found an unexpected anchor the tarot. I purchased my first deck when I was only twelve years-old and carried it with me everywhere. The tarot was my safety net as much as it was my friend. We traveled together from home-to-home as I searched for placement communities surrounding me.

While I wasn’t a ward of the crown (Canadian Foster Care System), I did become a ward to the many stewards in my community and found homes in some pretty remarkable places.

When I was sixteen, I left Canada to return to my homeland in the United States. I birthed my first son at seventeen and second at twenty-six. In the between years, I picked up my first paintbrush and I fell in love again with art and color. It didn’t take long for the hobby to translate over into a career. I specialized in feather paintings, specifically animal portraits on the surface of donated parrot and wild turkey feathers.

When I was twenty-nine, the height of my career had hit, but only a year later would my healing journey begin when I experienced a spontaneous kundalini awakening.

My childhood left me with complex post traumatic stress disorder (C-PTSD) from which I had silently suffered with my entire life. When I experienced my healing crises in 2013, I became overwhelmed with chronic pain and migraines. My hands and fingers were consistently numb to the touch. I was no longer able to grasp a paintbrush. I sought to find meaning in the experience and took great solace in rediscovering the world of Spirit, my Intuitive gifts, shamanism, spiritualism, and mediumship.

I would return to painting in 2016 and it was from there the Chakragraph System took flight into the world. Since it’s launch, I have delivered over 700 readings. In 2018, I received a medical diagnosis of Sarcoidosis, a rare autoimmune disease. While there is no cure, there is hope in many treatments. As time marches on, I move in a constant dance between grace and surrender, learning how to be in right relationship with Spirit, with myself, my community, and the world.

I am so glad you have found your way here to me. I hope you find what you're looking for.