Meet Kim
“I didn’t go looking for this work... somehow, some way, this work found me...”
Once upon a time time there was a very little girl who was very small in size, and very big in spirit. She couldn’t wait to grow up so people would take her seriously. Time was ticking for her to make her mark on the world.
This child didn’t crawl. She walked early and talked early. A competitive figure skater at 11 and business owner at 12. Wise beyond her years, sensitive, curious and contrarian, Kim dismissed all things impractical, frivolous and belonging to the “world of woo”.
She grew to become a visionary designer, fierce executive and respected leader. Bought her midlife crisis car at 27, boat at 28, first home at 31. Her career was her passion, vocation and identity all rolled into one. She was very successful, very well-admired, very well-dressed and very proud of her achievements.
Then one day, the unthinkable happened… she lost her job.
Feeling blindsided and betrayed, stripped of sustenance and support, exiled and denied by those who claimed to care about her, she was shocked. Terrified. Lost. She didn’t know who she was. She felt completely unsafe in the world. She suffered this loss like a death— and indeed it was, on many levels.
It was also the best thing that ever happened to her.
But the story doesn’t end there…
Still not getting the memo, she then took an even more senior level position, for nearly twice the pay, at a firm with twice the dysfunction, knowing from day one this role was absolutely not for her. She focused on creating a supportive work environment for her teams, all the while no one knew she was ill, unable to eat solid food, diagnosed with multiple autoimmune issues and a chronic invisible mystery illness requiring 2 hours of treatment each morning before she commuted another 2 hours to work.
Unwilling to suffer through another day, she resigned eleven months later, this time on her own terms, with no job, no severance, no plan and no regrets.
And her story doesn’t end there, either…
Now two years into her love affair with yoga, with no plans to become an instructor, she gifted herself a month-long immersive teacher training in Nicaragua. She adored the philosophies and discovered her favorite part was the hands-on assists. Little clues were starting to take shape, but still, she did not notice.
She returned to the states amidst the turmoil of the recent election, and as the clock struck midnight on the first of the new year, she quietly launched a design business of her own.
She gained enough space and perspective to recognize despite doing what she loved, winning awards, earning well and having the house, cars, clothes, vacations and all the material things she wanted, feeling well and good was actually the ultimate goal.
No longer earning the multiple six-figure salary to which she was accustomed, nor having the cachet of a fancy title or agency behind her, she had to completely re-frame her beliefs about money, success, self esteem, boundaries and value. Her mighty little business ebbed and flowed, powered completely by will, praise and word-of-mouth.
Over the years she was handed diagnoses and prognoses, prescribed thousands of dollars of drugs and supplements, yet no doctor, alternative practitioner or diagnostic test could discern what was wrong or why nothing was working.
She walked away from appointment after appointment feeling optimistic– then disappointed, dismissed and dejected. She began to notice how little she trusted herself and her body. She observed how she was urged to place the opinions of doctors, healers and so-called experts above her own, to the point of nearly giving her agency away.
Out of frustration, she decided she would clear her plate. She hypothesized it might be helpful to limit her exposure to health care authorities with their well-meaning yet prophetic voices and never ending stream of expensive treatments and diagnostics, instead opting to tune into herself.
She began to listen to her body and attempt to understand its language.
Taking a cue from nature, she rested when she was tired, ate when she was hungry, got sun when she needed to lighten up, soaked when she needed clearing, moved when she was feeling stagnant, watched her thoughts when her nervous system activated, breathed her heart open when she began to feel it close and tended to herself with unwavering compassion when her chest filled with black dread.
Almost immediately, she began to feel better.
Ever searching for ways to positively impact her health, energy work entered the picture. It was a lovely, relaxing experience, one that quietly calmed her nervous system and helped her feel clear. She was curious so she enrolled in a local training for self-healing. After the first day of class her Dad asked what she was learning. She offered to show him.
what happened next changed the course of her life forever…
She tentatively laid hands on her father, placing them on his head and shoulders. After 15 minutes he opened his eyes, now far away and tear-filled. Concerned, she asked if he was okay. “What did you do?” he asked her “because I just saw my father clear as day and I haven’t thought about him in years.” They were both stunned into silence.
Her sister, who lives across the country heard what she had just ‘done to Dad’ and asked if she would please do it to her (she’d just had surgery and was in a significant amount of pain). Kim reiterated she didn’t know what she was doing, doubly so with thousands of miles between them, but she tried anyway. When they followed up the next morning, her sister was disappointed to report no effect. Oh well, Kim said. I told you I don’t know what I’m doing. A few hours later, she received a text: “no more pain.”
Strange news travels fast, and soon she was being sought out by those who knew. She held space for the grieving, the injured, the ill, the recovering and the confused. She listened to stories about work, health and family. She helped as she could and observed the conversations were just as healing.
The evidence was undeniable— something really real was happening.
This person, who had no faith or interest in the unseen world was on her way to something.
She was also shocked to discover the more she was present for others, the healthier and stronger she, herself, felt.
Even so, there’s more to her story…
Soon thereafter, on one unremarkable spring morning, she looked in the mirror like she had all those years before. But on that day, in the mirror staring back at her was a completely different person. This version of Kim was new. Powerful. Wise. Bulletproof. In full remembrance of who she truly was. In a state of complete and total alignment. For the next six months, she walked around wanting for nothing, smiling warmly at strangers, with not a care or worry, beaming love from her eyes and shooting rainbows out her butt. She was handed three visions, about a business, a book and a mission, still too precious to commit to paper. She had zero frame of reference for these occurrences but the feeling was undeniable…
Something massive had changed.
A short while later in Bali she underwent another unexplainable experience which left her sensitive body buzzing for 36 straight hours. A few years later, at the portal to Hathor’s sacred temple in Egypt, she collapsed and lost her vision. And just days after that, she was dismembered at the feet of Sekhmet– lovingly torn to shreds and licked back together. First came Dragonfly, then Butterfly and Mantis, then Owl, Hawk and Eagle. There were numbers and letters and codes and keys and messages. She was being initiated.
In the blink of an eye, this practical professional went from zero interest in the mystical nature of the universe to completely on-board, reclaiming wisdom as if to make up for lost time.
What goes up must come down, and she experienced her first exquisite dark night of the soul. Walking the painful, seemingly endless void, she vulnerably sought support from the resources around her, and quickly learned difficult lessons about trust, motivation, discernment, energetic vampirism, integrity, intuition and the importance of remaining sovereign.
She discovered while some are here to learn from the teachers, others are here to learn what the teachers neglect to teach. She knew she was the latter.
The years flew by as she continued to shed layers of conditioning and reintegrate parts of herself she’d abandoned long ago out of guilt, shame and self protection. She learned there’s so much she’d been told we must do or be to remain in good standing as a productive member of this world. By gently stepping out of the robes of expectation— cultural, societal, familial and self-imposed— she discovered a lightness and freedom completely new to her.
Instance by instance, she unveiled everywhere she made herself wrong, and she was suddenly able to see everywhere she was actually right.
This is where she finally found relief.
She learned that we are so much more than we are taught. That we are exquisitely unique. That we do not all enter this life the same. That people cannot be batch processed. That words are spells and our stories shape our realities. That presence holds power and softness can move mountains. That compassion is the way forward. That healing does not have to be hard.
Through the revelations of her own direct experience, she’s discovered so many beautiful, useful, life-giving things.
It is an honor and a privilege to be able to share these things with you.
