×´There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of that
Don't look outside, look inside yourself and seek that"
- Jalaluddin Rumi
How It All Began
For years, I solved outer mysteries—as a scientist, educator, and global project leader. But when illness and transition interrupted my map, I began listening inward for the first time. This is the story of how I reclaimed relationship with my body, encountered Focusing, and began exploring and defining how I want to show up as a spiritual companion. I stepped into midlife not as crisis, but as initiation.
When The Map No Longer Works
After decades of high-impact leadership, the certainty I once carried began to dissolve. The old rules, goals, and rhythms no longer fit.
I kept hearing the line from Joyce Rupp's poem Old Maps No Longer Work: "It is time for the pilgrim in me to travel in the dark, to learn to read the stars that shine in my soul."
Something had to shift—but the path ahead was still unmarked.
Listening for What Comes Next
At Ghost Ranch, surrounded by earth's history and high desert silence, I started courting mystery. I began asking questions with no immediate answers. That’s where my spiritual seeking deepened: not toward doctrine, but toward spaciousness. A quiet prayer stirred—one that didn’t need a name.
The Body Becomes the Teacher
Illness and perimenopause ushered in a reckoning. The body I had outrun through ambition now demanded reverence. Pain, fatigue, and hormonal upheaval unmasked layers I hadn’t dared to feel. Disconnection became my teacher. I learned what it meant to be in a body I could no longer override.
Learning to Stay Present
Focusing met me in that disoriented terrain. It taught me how to stay with what was—not fix it, solve it, or spiritualize it away. I began dialoguing with the parts of me I’d exiled. Felt-sensing became a new kind of compass. Through it, I wasn’t just regulating—I was relating.
Prayer Without a Name
What began as body-based emotional regulation unfolded into something deeper. Focusing became prayer, and prayer became presence. I started soul companioning not as a practitioner with answers, but as a witness to mystery. Faith softened into relational awareness. Spacious. Curious. Real.
Menopause as Initiation
No longer a medical inconvenience or cultural punchline, menopause emerged as a rite of passage. Through Focusing and IFS, I reframed it as a threshold of power, clarity, and individuation. The stories changed: from endurance to emergence. From silence to symbol.
Toward Wise Womanhood
I now walk with others through the terrain of midlife. My work blends emotional depth with plainspoken compassion—bridging the practical and the poetic. IFS, Focusing, embodied listening. It’s not about arriving—it’s about relating. With our parts, our stories, our unfolding selves.
What I Offer Now
Guided sessions and holding space—for those in transition, disruption, or quiet longing. For leaders who ache for presence. For humans who want to meet themselves with kindness, no matter what shows up. Midlife, menopause, mystery. Not crises—initiations.