The House of Stillness was born from the bed rock, from rock bottom.

When I was forced to get so still because I actually could not move. My body was tired, I was sick, and so afraid, I felt like I was falling apart from the inside out. All my systems stopped working and I was told by doctors that I had adrenal fatigue or Long Covid and they prescribed me Wellbutrin, and said my period may never start again.

I had to get really quiet to silence the anxiety and I heard a voice from within say “remember that the body heals itself, but only when she feels safe enough to rest.” So I laid myself down in the tall grass and let myself be held by Mother Earth. I softened into her and found safety and stillness. This is where the House of Stillness was planted in me. I realized that if I am just a microcosm of the collective unconscious, and if I am feeling burnt out, then I imagined that we are collectively as well, and the world need it’s healers and worrier to be strong right now. So I am creating a house that nurses our wounded hero’s and heroine’s back to life through sacred stillness and somatic reset, we remember how to bloom.

My work is rooted in my own journey of burning out, breaking open, and blooming again. A path shaped by years of movement, dance, teaching, expressive arts therapy, somatic healing, and deep nervous system restoration. Through my personal experience and professional training, I am preparing to offer a rare kind of guidance; not just from books, but from the body itself. Not just from theory, but from lived embodiment.