I’ve always been more interested in what sits beneath things than what sits on the surface. The meaning behind patterns, the energy in a room, the way people carry things they don’t always have language for.

I came from the world of interior design, learning how to shape external spaces with intention and feeling. At the time it made complete sense, but somewhere along the way I realised I was more fascinated by what was happening inside the space than how it looked. The internal landscape became the thing I couldn’t stop noticing.

That curiosity has been there for a long time. I grew up drawn to astrology, tarot, and anything that helped me understand people beyond the obvious. I still remember the first tarot reading I ever had through my mum’s friend, and how something about it stayed with me long after. Eventually, after a few readings of my own and more emotional spirals than I can count, I learned to read tarot myself. It turns out I was actually pretty good at it.

Not long after that came what you could call a quarter life crisis, but it was really just a moment of honesty where I knew I couldn’t keep going in the direction I was in. Around the same time, kinesiology found me. I went into my first session not really knowing what it was and came out feeling like something had shifted in a way I couldn’t ignore.