For 20 years, I have had my hands on thousands of bodies, and let me tell you—your body is not the problem. It is the portal.

Every ache, every knot, every weight you carry—it’s not random. It’s a message. A map. A doorway back to yourself. And when you finally stop fighting it, when you surrender to what your body has been whispering (or screaming) all along? That’s when the real healing begins.

I’m not here to fix you. Because you were never broken. I’m here to help you remember.

This is a truth I know intimately—because it is my truth.

As a little girl growing up in Finland, I spent hours watching the village elders knead sticky dough into perfect loaves of bread. I dreamed of being a baker, using my hands to serve and create. But life had other plans.

In 2001, I received my first massage in Brooklyn, NY. In that moment, I felt something shift inside of me—a knowing that my hands were meant for something deeper, something more. A healing purpose.

Since then, my hands have touched countless lives—celebrities, stay-at-home moms, CEOs, and everyone in between. I bridge the light and the dark, using life’s rawest moments as catalysts for remembering your truest purpose.

I’ve walked through the fires of my own undoing. I’ve burned down false identities, danced with destruction, and surrendered to the wild intelligence of my body, again and again.

And through it all, I’ve learned this: The Divine moves through us when we’re still enough to listen, soft enough to feel, and brave enough to follow.

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Love,