Raised in the magical Pacific Northwest, much of my childhood was spent outside — in the garden, among the mountains, or bouncing on the trampoline. Guided by my geologist father and naturalist mother, I developed a profound appreciation for nature. My appreciation for its ability to heal would come a little later.

I had always been a math and science kid (still am). My love for these subjects paired with the traumas and dramas of high school led me to often seek solace in nature rather than people. So, following my father’s footsteps, I pursued a degree in geology and mathematics.

But my 20s changed me (as they tend to do). My self-awareness started to evolve, and I was forced to confront my debilitating struggles with self-love.

Loving and respecting my own body and mind has been challenging throughout most of my life. My experiences had led me to feelings of unworthiness, body dysmorphia, and a crippling fear of other’s opinions, though my inner critic was almost always far worse.

As my self-awareness blossomed, however, I started to make unexpected connections.

I discovered through nurturing my own well-being, I naturally extended more care and compassion to others. The more I loved myself, the more love I had to offer.

Prioritizing our own health and happiness creates a ripple of joy and safety that extends far beyond ourselves.

Choosing self-love becomes an act of love for the entire planet.

This changed everything for me, and I have been coming home to myself ever since.

So, here I am — a math and science kid who once sought refuge in rocks and camping transformed into a woman deeply committed to helping others cultivate their own self-love and healing.

Even better, I discovered Ayurveda — an ancient science rooted in turning to nature to heal.

Forever in awe of our amazing planet, I will always carry a deep reverence for those who study it. But my path has taken me somewhere new and beautiful — here to you.