My Story so far…

It all comes back to the breath.

That is what I've discovered after over 18 years on this path of healing and self-discovery.

A path that for me, began with infertility.

My search for the reasons of my seeming inability to plant a seed, led me to the realisation that it was all about the soil. The soil of my body, spirit & mind which at that point of my life was quite obviously untended,
malnourished of attention and out of alignment.

I was burnt out from a career in the fashion industry, burdened by emotional baggage from years of unhealed childhood trauma, and terrible unwillingness to face the pain that bubbled inside.

Now I accompany women through the sacred work of descent — into breath, into grief, into ancestry, and back into the body.

My work weaves Rebirthing Breathwork, keening, Family Constellations and my training in Grief Studies. Together they form a path of remembrance — one that honours both the psychological and the ancestral, the embodied and the mythic.

This is not work I hold from the outside.

There was a time when I met death through sepsis. In that crossing, something in me reoriented. The veil thinned. Breath became sacred. Life became precise. It was not an event to claim, but an initiation into depth. Since then, I do not turn away from intensity, from grief, from the holy edge where identity loosens and something truer begins to surface.

The work is not dramatic — but it is deep.

It honours famine memory carried in Irish blood. The quiet shame woven through generations. The suppression of voice. The silencing of instinct. The grief that did not have language.

Here we give it language.

Here we give it breath.

Here we give it sound.

Keening reawakens what the body already knows.

Constellation work reveals loyalties that were never conscious.

Breath opens doorways where story meets sensation and begins to unwind.

I am an autistic woman. Autism shapes how I perceive, listen and hold space. I experience heightened pattern recognition, deep attunement to subtle nervous system shifts, and a natural instinct for structure that allows intensity to unfold safely. I value clarity and authenticity over performance.

My neurodivergence is not separate from this work — it strengthens it. It allows me to notice what is unsaid, to track what is moving beneath the surface, and to create containers that are steady, precise and intuitive.

This is the heroine’s path.

Not the polished ascent.

But the embodied descent.

The willingness to meet what was inherited.

And to choose, consciously, what continues.

The land is part of this remembering. The Atlantic. The old stones. The myth of the goddess woven with the everyday woman.

Nothing here is about bypassing.

Everything here is about integration.

You are not broken.

You are layered.

And beneath the layers, something ancient and instinctive is waiting.