My life made no sense until I had my first memories of sexual and physical abuse. 

At age 32, I had no idea that my painful history of abuse had been relegated to a parallel track! Until chiropractic care instigated a series of releases that set me on the long process of merging the tracks, I believed that my childhood consisted of a “normal” series of collisions between setbacks and fun times. In the decade that followed, I deconstructed the mythology of my “normal” childhood and integrated the extensive violations by my maternal grandfather and my father into one gobsmacking narrative.

Alongside my self-healing, I obsessively created terrible beauty on stage.

Go figure, tragedy was my thing. Healing the wounds and coming to terms with this new version of my life story fuelled my passion to design sets and costumes for opera in theatres across Canada, in the United States, England, and Europe; and teach set and costume design at the Ontario College of Art & Design and at the National Theatre School of Canada. 

I didn’t look back until caring for my dying grandmother.

Remarkably, when my hands rested on Mamy’s body, I gleaned information and images from her life. I also experienced incredible heat radiating from her, even after her death, and witnessed her transition. Like WHOA! A few weeks later, I came to understand that I had essentially been practising the age-old laying-on of hands healing, which describes Reiki and energy healing. There was no going back. 

I’m honour-bound to the practitioners who guided my self-healing and training.

I launched my private practice in 2006. Thousands of clients, three books, and dozens of REIKI PLUS PLUS training programs later, I haven’t looked back except to honour harrowing truth and harmony, leading me precisely to this moment.

Blessings x108