About Me

Knowing Exactly What Makes Your Soul Shine Is A Priceless Gift.

I've always had a deep, soul-stirring love for nature. One of my earliest memories is riding in the car, wide-eyed over the trees and the snow, completely in awe.

That awe never left. I don’t think I’ve ever met a tree I didn’t like—even the one that fell on our house during a hurricane.

I grew up barefoot on a farm, roaming creeks, playing in grassy fields, and bonding with cows, cats, and every creature that crossed my path. Nature was my sanctuary, my teacher, and eventually, my healer.

At 19, I was anointed—first my head, then my hands—by two different ministers who said healing would flow through me. What followed were 25 years of chronic illness, pain, and imbalance: autoimmune diseases, hormone chaos, and a body that felt like it was fighting itself.

But that journey cracked me open in the deepest ways, giving me not only empathy, but a powerful understanding of what it means to suffer and still rise.

Now at 45, I work with herbs and plants—the very things that kept calling me home. I believe the Creator's essence lives within them, and that what we put into the world comes back to us tenfold.

So I choose to put out healing, beauty, and truth. I know firsthand that life doesn’t always grow in the “right” place, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worthy.

Like wildflowers through concrete, we bloom anyway.

I Dig Nature

I have a yard tree named Fred. He cute.

I Am Autistic with ADHD

Not knowing this until I was 42 led to a life of being misunderstood, judged, hurt, and being invisible or ignored otherwise. I didn't fit the mold and that was hard for everyone around me. I dis-regulated emotionally and I struggled with normal social things. I pretended a lot. I acted normal, I "behaved normal" so as to not get into trouble or cause embarrassment.

I was left with trauma and a tendency to mask any part that would be seen as "too much" but as I have healed and become my authentic self, I have been blessed with people who simple accept me as I am. No judgement, harsh words, criticism, or comments veiled with "care" but meant to hurt.

I still struggle to speak about this because I still carry the shame of who I was, because they all did their job well and left such a mark on my mind and emotions that I am still healing it all.

Though there was nothing to be ashamed of, I was simply different and unique. But different and unique takes strength to parent, friend, or be a family member of. Or a person in leadership over. I know, because my youngest is also Autistic and even before he was diagnosed, I saw his struggles and changed our whole lives to help create space for him to feel safe, at peace, seen, and whole. Because I knew how the opposite felt. I have known tired on a level undescribable being his parent. Helping him to navigate this world not designed for him or for me.

I know now that not every human cares enough to make the sacrifice to stand for another human, especially against the Status Que of this world. My biggest dream is that one day this is not true, that all humans believe all other humans matter.

I Sing Randomly

I have always been obsessed with music and singing. Loudly, mostly off key, and usually in an accent. Why? I blame the brain. She is uniquely her and I'm just along for the ride.

If you don't like random loud singing, don't get in the vehicle with me. Lol.