It arrived in layers.
Yoga. Energy work. Sound. The slow, stunning discovery that we are electric beings — that our patterns and identities don't just live in the mind, they run on frequency.
And then the moment a single tuning fork helped an elderly client sleep through the night for the first time in years — and something in me said: this is it. This is the work I was always meant to do.
My dad was an electrician. I grew up handing him tools, absorbing the language of current and resistance before I had words for any of it. It turns out rewiring runs in the family — just a different kind.