At twenty-one, travelling in India, I touched something that changed the direction of everything. A prolonged stillness in which the ordinary noise of the mind became quiet, and what remained was a state of presence and fulfilment I had no words for at the time.

That encounter became the compass for everything that followed. I was drawn toward practices and people that pointed in the same direction, toward presence, stillness, and the potential of human consciousness.

I trained as a Shiatsu and Watsu practitioner, drawn to the way bodywork could bring people into a quality of stillness and connection. I became a yoga teacher, spending twenty years guiding classes and courses for beginners and intermediates. People left my classes with a timeless quality of stillness that seemed to surprise them every time.

Moving from hands-on healing modalities, I began facilitating retreats, mantras concerts, and gatherings of people around a shared longing to know something greater than the mundane.

Then came a period of reckoning. Around the time of the lockdowns, when the world went quiet and so did I, I found myself facing a profound disparity between everything I knew and how I was actually living. Difficult relationships, health challenges, professional uncertainty. The kind of dark night that strips away everything that is not real.
I stepped back from community life, turned inward, and began creating art, quietly starting formal training as a counsellor and psychotherapist.

It was during this period that Kabbalistic wisdom entered my life with a depth and precision I had not encountered before. It gave me the map I had been looking for. A framework that could hold the full complexity of psychological reality alongside genuine spiritual practice, one that uses real life, real relationships, and real circumstances as the primary material for inner work.
The gap started to close.