I SWITCHED DEPARTMENTS
From Clinical Research Nurse to Soul Nurse
Same devotion. Wider map.
I live and work at the intersection of what we can measure and what we can only feel. Where a stethoscope sits beside a soul contract, where Eastern philosophy shakes hands with evidence-based medicine, and where the body's story is never just physical.
I am a Soul Contract Practitioner, Medical Intuitive, plant medicine advocate, and co-author of Rooted to Rise. I write, I guide, and I hold space for the woman who knows she is more than her diagnosis, her decade, or her doing.
BUT I DIDN'T ARRIVE HERE BY ACCIDENT. I ARRIVED HERE THE HARD WAY--MY CUP WASN'T JUST EMPTY, I HAD SHATTERED IT.
I know what it feels like to be the woman keeping everyone alive while quietly falling apart herself.
For years I showed up in scrubs. A Clinical & Research Nurse, a mom, a woman running hard and fast and holding it all together. I was good at it. I knew how to read a chart, manage a crisis, keep the wheels turning. What I didn't know was how to listen to my own body when it started sending signals I couldn't explain.
It started with chest pain. A week after a clean yearly exam, I woke up with an inflamed chest that appeared out of nowhere. An urgent call to my doctor turned into a weekend of waiting, which turned into a call on a Saturday afternoon that changed everything. Abnormal labs. A referral to an oncologist. And Christmas only a week away.
What followed was 90 days of biopsies, specialists, inconclusive results, and a hamster wheel of medications I never wanted to be on. Six or seven doctors. Zero answers. Some said psychosomatic. Some said cancer. Some said infection they couldn't locate. I said nothing because I was keeping this from almost everyone, carrying it alone the way capable women do.
When they started doing biopsies on my throat and told me to stop speaking more than 30 minutes a day, something in me began to crack in a different way.
A woman I barely knew walked up to me at a networking event and changed everything.
She was a medical intuitive. At the time I was skeptical of anything that sounded woo-woo — and she sounded very woo-woo. She placed her hand below her breast, looked at me and said:
“Somewhere between these two areas on your body, you have a lot going on. If you don’t get it fixed, it’s going to take your life.” (she pointed between her chest and mouth area)
She paused. Then she said: “This isn’t the first time you’ve heard that, right?”
She had no idea about my health. No idea about the months of tests and doctors and silence. She turned to leave and added one more thing:
The weight of what I’d been carrying, the months of uncertainty, the exhaustion of performing okayness while drowning inside... it all collapsed at once. I found myself in an inpatient facility for evaluation, the nurse who was always caring for others now the one who needed care. People kept asking me for advice, assuming I was staff. I was a patient. I was far from okay. And I was finally, painfully, ready to admit it.
THE ART OF THE GOLDEN REPAIR
Being discharged was the push I needed. And the first thing I found on the other side of that door was Kintsugi.
The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. Not hiding the cracks. Not pretending the break never happened. Filling it with something luminous and calling it more beautiful for having been broken.
That became my framework. My philosophy. My map.
I began doing the research my body had been asking for all along. I explored plant medicine: cannabis and CBD became a turning point that allowed me to step off the pharmaceutical hamster wheel within six months. I found a mentor who helped me understand my soul’s path from the inside out. I trained in Soul Contract work, Divine Healing, Medical Intuition, meditation, breathwork, and the modalities that live at the intersection of science and spirit.
I became the woman just like that stranger at the networking event had modeled for me. The one who can see what others can’t explain. The one who had been there, quietly healing, alone, doing the work the textbooks never covered.
I became the kind of healer I’d been quietly searching for.
KINTSUGI FOR THE SOUL
THE PHILOSOPHY
Healing is not linear. It’s not a program you complete or a course you finish. It’s cyclical, like seasons, like breath, like the spiral that keeps returning you to yourself at a deeper level each time..
My work lives at the intersection of words, wisdom, wonder, and the woo-woo. I bring the nurse’s eye and the soul’s ear to every reading, every session, every piece of writing. The clinical and the mystical are not opposites in my world. They are partners.
I believe the right words find you when you’re ready. I believe the body speaks before the mind catches up. I believe your soul came here with a plan and that even the cracks in that plan are part of the design.
My role is not to fix you. You were never broken, cracked yes, but not broke. My role is to help you find the gold in the places you’ve been trying to hide.
THE JOURNEY TO BECOMING THE SOUL NURSE
CREDENTIALS & TRAINING
💫 Level 2 Soul Contract Practitioner
💫 Divine Healing Practitioner
💫 Medical Intuitive
💫 Certified Meditation & Breathwork Facilitator
💫 21-year career in Clinical & Research Nursing
💫 Co-author, Rooted to Rise
💫 Plant medicine advocate
💫 Ancestral Food Educator
