meditation teacher. death doula. advocate. anxious buddhist.
Whatever brought you here: curiosity about your own mind, a loss you're experiencing or carrying, navigating life as it keeps shifting under your feet - this is a space to begin, deepen, or return to a practice that works with complexity instead of fighting against it. I don't work from a one-size-fits-all approach, instead offering more flexible, personalized options grounded in accessibility, not boilerplate standards. More information, more resources, more ways to meet yourself where you are, so you can find what fits the shape of your actual life.
The world isn't fixed, predictable, or permanent, and neither are we.
who am i?
A certified meditation teacher and death doula whose own practice has been about learning to know and accept herself, day by day — and letting go of the impossibility of perfection.
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working with me
1:1 meditation mentoring, grief support, end-of-life planning — all shaped around your individual needs and circumstances
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written musings
Reflections on curiosity, grief, the body, and whatever else is moving through practice lately.
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Interruption Is the Practice
I have a confession to make. After decades of practice, I still have a hard time getting to the cushion some days. My mind gets so creative with what suddenly feels urgent. Of course, I tell myself, I’ll meditate right after I do that thing — but that thing reminds me of another thing, and since I’m already up, I might as well do that other thing, too. Maybe you’re familiar with this mode, even if you’re not a meditator or someone who struggles to get to the cushion. I know I’m not alone in this, because one of the
Microdosing Grief
One common thread in almost all my interactions with students and colleagues alike is the heaviness of this moment in time. More than ever, my sessions are addressing a kind of existential heaviness and sadness. It can feel so hard, maybe even impossible, to stay openhearted amidst such global hostility, devastation, and heartbreak. Over the years, as both a meditation teacher and a death doula, it’s become clear to me that we, culturally, lack the skills to grieve. As meditators and/or Buddhists, we may be intellectually familiar with impermanence. Everything is impermanent; we’ve heard it, said it, maybe hundreds of
My Mind Is a Kindergarten Field Trip
For me, meditation practice often feels like being responsible for a kindergarten class on a field trip to a science museum. My mind is curious, excitable, and easily distracted. And I’m training to be the ever-patient, caring adult in the room, guiding my distractible thought-children back to the present moment with gentleness and love. In mindfulness practice, I watch my attention dart from one exhibit to another — reliving some mortifying thing I did in the past or daydreaming about some magical adventure I want to have — and before I know it, I’ve strayed far from the exhibit at