I am a migrant. A feminist. A mother. A fighter. A dancer. A unifier. Me.

When I was six years old, I told my mother that I wanted to be the second female justice on the US Supreme Court.  Even then, I recognised inequality, the importance of representation and the potential to be whoever I wanted to be. 

My life didn’t take me to law school or the Supreme Court (thank goodness for RBG!), yet it has taken me to places like Nicaragua, where I lived for the formative years of my 20s, starting the first lending library in Central America and writing my dissertation on gender representation. And to England, where I have built a career in ending violence against women and girls through supporting individuals, communities and organisations to take responsibility for this issue so that women can live to their full potential, free from violence and abuse.  

My entire working life has been dedicated to using my voice to amplify and empower the voices of others. I continue to have strong links to the Americas and call Surrey, England my home, where I work as an intersectional collaboration consultant. And sing in a band – at 40!

Four years ago, I found myself at a crossroads. I was working 60 hours a week as the Violence Against Women and Girls Strategic Lead for central London. I had a son with special needs. I had lots of friends and was married yet was drowning under the pressure of keeping up with everything I ‘had’ to do. I was beyond tired. Even though I was doing work I was incredibly proud of, I felt hollow + lost on a pressure-filled path, chasing perfection. Never feeling enough. 

I look back now and know that I was living 100% in my head, in my action-driven masculine energy. My body was something I thought of as simply a vehicle for carrying my large brain around. It was giving me sign after sign in the form of infertility and debilitating migraines that it needed my attention + my love.  To be part of the rising of the Divine Feminine I was leading professionally, by coming home to the feminine intuition and power in my body.

So I started to listen to HER. 

I slowed down.

I did yoga.

I meditated.

I took time off.

I travelled.

I read.

I communed with like-minded women. 

I remembered HER.  

I went on the longest journey – the six inches from my head into my heart. I began to make friends with my body, listening to and living aligned with her cycles. 

On top of the Glastonbury Tor, I found Qoya, the movement practice that has transformed my inner and outer landscape and has connected me to an international tribe of movement makers + sisters committed to remembering who they are and expressing their full, vulnerable + authentic selves. 

In Malta + then on a houseboat in London, I came home to the power of ceremony + ritual – the practice of making the mundane magic, and the magic extraordinary. A framework to slow down, pray, + notice what happens in your body when you bring grace and intention to your daily life + to mark moments of growth + change. These practices have been instrumental in helping me strengthen my voice + connect with and listen to my body. They help me remember who I was before the world told me who I should be. They help me connect with that brave, 6 year girl who knew she could be anything + everything she wanted to be.

Through Qoya classes, 1:1 mentoring, workshops, women’s gatherings, rituals + ceremony, I share these practices, holding space for you to find your voice, connect your unique, authentic, embodied self + step into your power.

Your voice matters and the world needs to hear what you have to share. Bring it unapologetically into the world. 

Let’s Dance.

Click here for more information about my work and campaign to end violence against women and girls.

Click here for more information on the Sorellas, my singing trio.