Once upon a time, I was a mechanical engineer, deep in the world of logic, structure, and precision. But beneath the surface, my soul pulsed with longing. A whisper, soft but insistent, called me into the unknown. That whisper led me to India, where I volunteered with the Missionaries of Charity, and then to a conscious kibbutz in Israel, planting the seeds of deeper inquiry into life, spirit, and love.

I never intended to stay in Australia. But life had other plans. Marriage, uncertainty, the cracking open of purpose. When the path pointed me back toward engineering, my whole being said no. I found myself cleaning houses, me, the woman with a perpetually messy room! And yet, this became a sacred initiation. It grounded me, built strength, and taught me the beauty of presence in the simplest acts and the beauty of simple, human connection.

My clients became my greatest teachers, showing me that true service is not about what we do, but how conscious we are in the doing. It’s about the energy behind the doing.

Then, the world went still.