Mother May I?

Mother May I?

Mother May I? In a perfect world, the ideal up bringing would be two parents loving and nurturing us to be our greatest self. Often though, our childhood can veer off from that “happily ever after” storybook. We begin our journey with no life experience whereby...

Ready for Take Off?

Ready for Take Off?

If the one true constant in life is change, why do we continue to have such difficulty with it?! To step out into the unknown naturally triggers that part of us that is wired to keep us safe within the known. So, if the known is drawn from our past experiences, then...

Listen to the Whispers of Your Heart

Listen to the Whispers of Your Heart

Our senses allow us to perceive the world. If you are blind, you would use your hands or cane to feel around.  If you are deaf, you would read lips as well as hands through sign language. Without smell, you would have no idea what you were tasting. We are taught at...

Fun House of Mirrors

Fun House of Mirrors

Although my professional title is hypnotherapist, I often enjoy referring to myself as “Thought Coach”. Given that we never stop thinking, I am amazed at how unequipped we are in how to truly navigate what separates us from every other living thing…we are...

He Loves Me. He Loves Me…Not!

He Loves Me. He Loves Me…Not!

Within each of us is a part that desires to be seen, heard, loved and valued. It’s not just a human thing…it’s an intrinsic piece in all living things including animals. You try walking past most dogs (especially Goldendoodles) and watch just how far that...

When You’re Reaching Your Ledge Edge

When You’re Reaching Your Ledge Edge

I have always been interested in the field of human potential so it made perfect sense for me to include hypnotherapy in my Mary Poppin’s toolbox where all things magical exist for change. Each of us is encoded with our own unique blueprint and as creators we get to...

You Are What You Think

You Are What You Think

Growing up whenever my stomach was upset from eating something spicy, my part Italian inner voice would declare I had “agida”. I wish there was a word that could define when I’m overly emotionally discombobulated from having digested thoughts that don’t...