My story

I felt different as a child. Every day I was bullied. I wanted to be like everyone else so much.

At night, a different kind of power loomed over me. The frightful Baba Yaga witch chased me in my dreams. I was sure I would perish if she caught me. And then one night, tired of running away, I just let her devour me.

The next morning, I was reborn - as her. That old hag, dark goddess of the forest - me!

But it took me years to truly embrace that wildness inside, instead of seeking approval.

My path lay through a dark forest of downturns and strange twists, self-doubt alternating with rapture. Homelessness, broken relationships, substance abuse...Here I was, an alien who didn't know where she belonged. 

I went deeper into yoga and spirituality. On my quest, I met with free spirits, hungry spirits, and blessed ones. I kept catching glimpses of my own soul reflected the eyes of friends and strangers, only for an instant, but enough to keep me going...

The breakthrough came when I became a mom. The process of birth took me to a place beyond pain and self, sacred and profane, to the cave where souls await to be brought to this world. A place beyond cares, yet full of all the care in the world. A place where nobody is an outsider, nothing is unwanted, and everything is one. A place guarded only by the sharp teeth of Time.

In my womb I discovered the womb of the world. I carried a red thread from there, to hell and back. It's woven in all my work, as a fierce offering for the Goddess, Mother and Crone - in me, and in you.