One Friday night in 2009, I walked into a 5Rhythms room in New York City and my body sighed, “Finally.” What began as a curiosity turned into a long-term love affair with sweat, soul, and the kind of wild healing you can only find when the music takes over and your hips tell the truth. I didn’t plan on becoming a somatic therapist or a guide for emotional alchemists—but the dance floor whispered things my nervous system had been trying to say for decades. So I listened. And then I moved. Somewhere between stomping out childhood rage and slow dancing with grief, I realized: this practice doesn’t just heal—it reveals.

These days, I bring my background in trauma therapy, somatic psychology, and expressive arts into the heart of every wave I hold. My classes weave the mystical and the practical, the poetic and the profane. You'll find me conjuring nervous system regulation with a dash of hip sass, a deep reverence for the body’s wisdom, and zero tolerance for performative healing. My invitation? Come as you are—sweaty, scared, sacred—and let the dance do what it does best: unravel, rewire, and return you to your unapologetic self.