I'm a queer woman of color and have lived in the Bay Area for more than a decade. I give thanks to the unceded Ohlone land I currently inhabit, and to the many beings—human, non-human, living, and ancestral—who have nurtured me across time and space. 

As the eldest daughter of Indian immigrants, raised deep in the Midwest in an era that rewarded a normativity I could never belong to, I developed many adaptive strategies that helped me survive: people-pleasing, armoring, masking, overachieving, dissociating, and numbing. It took many initiations to loosen the grip of these long held strategies—and still, there is much to honor and grieve.

Over time, I have been reclaiming my sensitivity, softness, and deep feeling—not as weaknesses to overcome, but as vital sources of truth and connection. What once felt like too much has become a compass, helping me meet myself and others with depth, attunement, and care.

The photo you see here is me at age 3 or 4; she is one of my inner children. As we work together, we may also encounter some of yours. I hold space for the parts of us that have been hurt, neglected, or forgotten, helping them reconnect and integrate into the wholeness of who we are.

This work is sacred to me because I believe we all carry the possibility of coming home to ourselves—and that the journey there deserves great care, tenderness, and company.