This is the part where I’m supposed to tell you about that magical pivotal moment where my life changed and now I’m totally evolved and spiritual AF and I’m in a permanent state of bliss, right?

However, life doesn’t work exactly like that (you might have noticed).  Life is not lived in a linear fashion, in fact, it’s wiggly and convoluted sometimes. There’s all the good juju. The learning, the inspiration, the joy, the bliss. And then there’s the sticky stuff. Exhaustion. Overwhelm. Confusion. Anxiety. I know them all soooo intimately.

Ah, being human. It’s not always easy, huh? I don’t believe there’s some future place of perfection we can reach where everything is rainbows all the time. Or if there is, I’m certainly not there yet.

However, if I had to pick a defining moment that omg like completely changed my life, I’d probably pick this one. My first yoni massage. 

After years of internal numbness and shitty sneeze-like orgasms, this was the point where I was shocked to discover that my vagina was a gateway to the kind of pleasurable sensations that felt like I was dissolving into the universe itself for hours on end. Holy wow. 

I remember feeling frustrated afterwards though. Angry even. Why wasn’t I told about this earlier!? 

It’s not exactly something we get taught in school sex ed. It’s actually not even common knowledge. There’s so much cultural shame and taboo around our bodies, genitals and sexuality that it’s sometimes hard to find empowering information amidst the chaos.

People often ask me how I got into this work. Well, I literally fell into it. I can’t say I ever imagined I’d be teaching women about the magic of their vaginas. I didn’t even know it was a thing until I experienced it myself. 

It’s been a wild and crazy ride the last few years offering this highly unusual work in the world. It’s sometimes challenging to step into something that is so out there (I’m actually an introvert) but it’s an absolute honour to do what I do and I wouldn’t have it any other way.