I STOPPED BEING good AND BECAME POWERFULLY, PURPOSEFULLY, PLEASURABLY alive.

Now, I help you do the same.

I’M HERE TO INITIATE YOU OUT OF OBEDIENCE, HIDING, AND GUILT AND INTO A wider AND wilder REALITY

— one in which you are turned on, connected to your spiritual-sexual power, leading and loving from the full, untamed truth of who you are.

This work is the antidote to the spiritual path that never reaches your body. The healing that keeps you processing. The self-improvement that mistakes learning for change.

I weave the somatic and the spiritual-erotic into initiations where transformation is not a cognitive event — but a lived, felt, irrevocable one. So you can experience brilliant, unapologetic wholeness, hold more abundance, and show up to the fullness of Life with pleasure, depth, and meaning.

If you’re done with :

Playing small
Feeling lonely in your own life
Powering through yet another year that looks successful on the outside but is only exhausting on the inside
Wallowing in unworthiness
Dating people who don’t actually want to be with you
Worrying about being misunderstood
Having the same fight with your partner over and over again
Feeling guilty or afraid every time you slow down or prioritize your own desires
Waiting for your business to pop off before you attend to your erotic life force and power
Feeling overwhelmed by the world’s news and events
Waiting to feel qualified or deserving enough to have what you want
Waiting for a guarantee that everything will work out the way you want before you make the leap

I can help you with that.

You want to feel seen in your partnerships, turned on in your body, powerfully present for the full spectrum of life, and confidently clear about your exquisite role in it.

(Psst, that role will also feel delicious to you.)

But if you stay here, you’re going to watch another year of opportunities, intimacy, and love pass you by while you push through the race to nowhere for a prize that never comes.

All of these things you’re ready to release are just patterns. They’re not permanent. They’re not innate parts of your personality. They also can’t be healed with mindset work or more willpower. It’s not something traditional therapy is fully equipped to reach — because it lives much deeper than your cognition.

They’re symptoms trying to bring you back to a taproot of your very aliveness — a truth you don’t have to earn or deserve, but an ecstatic, erotic belonging that is inherently yours — if you say Yes.

I was the oldest child who loved Jesus, lived at ballet class, and made straight A’s.

In church, the body was suspect, desire was dangerous, and goodness was the currency that bought you love, belonging, divine approval, and everlasting safety. I took the deal.

When all my friends were going to parties, hooking up, and having fun. I was studying, working, and waiting for marriage. I was devoted, obedient, and absolutely convinced that if I was good enough for long enough, the life I wanted would magically open up and come to me.

It didn’t.

After two decades of doing everything right, I was rejected once again from a full-time dance job — after ruthlessly pursuing it for my whole life — and I felt my whole identity dissolve. No contract. No plan B. Just the wreckage of a life built entirely on performance, and the slow, terrible realization that those rules I’d been following didn’t do shit.

The life you’re aching for — the devoted, turned-on partnership, the passionate creativity, the full expression of your work and your gifts, intimacy that feeds you — what if none of that comes from doing more of what you’re already doing?

You’ve become very good at understanding your patterns, but very bad at letting yourself live what you want.

You don’t have to be good. You don’t have to be better, more deserving, or more worthy. You just have to become shamelessly hot for Life.

That’s when everything you’ve been chasing starts chasing you. That’s when you start living with a delicious wholeness no one can take from you.

So I dropped everything. I left religion, stopped dancing, and spent years pissed at the universe. I started to get this sense that maybe life was more like art than math, more about beauty than right answers.

I started to remake myself from scratch, learning about things I grew up hearing were evil - like ceremonial magic, energy work, and sex. I became a skillful teacher with devoted clients who helped me open a Pilates and yoga studio. I bet on myself, hard.

But a few years in, and I was struggling to pay the rent. I was lying on the floor when I heard a voice break through the ethers and say, “This is not going to work. You need to get out. Now.” So I did. I watched it all fail and fall. I filed for bankruptcy. Lost so much of my and other people’s money. I lost all my clients, and I was afraid to leave the house.

teacher with devoted clients who helped me open a Pilates and yoga studio. I bet on myself, hard.

But a few years in, and I was struggling to pay the rent. I was lying on the floor when I heard a voice break through the ethers and say, “This is not going to work. You need to get out. Now.” So I did. I watched it all fail and fall. I filed for bankruptcy. Lost so much of my and other people’s money. I lost all my clients, and I was afraid to leave the house.

But I learned something very important…

What I had been running from was the place I would get free. And it would keep happening until I learned that.

Ground zero taught me something that no amount of education, therapy, or spiritual practice had been able to reach: that the Dark is not the enemy. It is the medicine.

After years of rolling my eyes at any mention of the Divine Feminine — all that language felt so soft and suspicious — I had a series of mystical encounters that turned me upside down. All those years of good or bad, heaven or hell, the worship of suffering and abstinence — and then suddenly: a Presence that transgressed all of it. With delight. With giggles. With darkness and ecstasy.

Mary Magdalene sat on my chest like a weighted blanket and touched every ashamed, shut-down, over-responsible corner of me with such tenderness I finally felt understood — down to my core. She didn't ask me to do better. She didn't ask me to earn it. She simply showed me the door I had been standing in front of my entire life.

The one marked with both Whore and Holy.

Every cell in my body turned on.

What I found on the other side wasn’t transcendence.
It wasn’t an escape.

It was the full, ferocious, transgressive, unapologetic aliveness that no amount of goodness had ever been able to touch. And I understood — for the first time in my life — that the Dark wasn’t something to survive. It was the Great Womb of Ecstatic Mercy. The Mother Herself, and there was nothing to fear.

Because of death, because of failure, and the devotion I have found in it — I know how to be with you at the bottom without flinching or rushing you toward the light. The gift is at the bottom in the dark. I know this. You can't half-die and expect a full resurrection.

Because I found my way through the door marked Whore and Holy, I know how to hold that threshold for someone else. I don’t sanitize it. I don’t make it palatable. I hold it exactly as it is — sacred and profane, intimidating and delicious — and I trust that the one standing in front of it is so ready for it, even if a little timid.

Because I stopped running from the Dark and started living inside it, I know that the destruction is not punishment — it’s rhythm. That grief and eros are not opposites. That the places we most want to avoid are almost always the exact location of our liberation.

My relationship to the dark is this: I am not afraid of it. I do not use it for aesthetic or drama. I do not take people there to prove something. I go there because that is where She is. And She is always, always worth it.

I bring you to the pleasurable, powerful pulse of Who You Are and Who Life Is and the sparks that fly when they come together.

You don’t have to choose between good and bad, sacred and profane, holy and taboo, spiritual or material.

Whether it’s a dark night of the soul or the radical whore-ish permission of your erotic initiation.

I meet you in life’s tender and true places.

A few true things.

Nerdy and occasionally funny, I am the resident sexy librarian. A Taurus moon with 3 pitties, a hot husband, and shelves stacked with well-loved books. I love to be home with soft textiles and snacks, and I’m always buying a new book.

My favorite performance I ever made was a durational piece in a dumpster filled with sand. If I’m not at home, you can find me in a forest, taking a morning swim in the ocean, at a dinner date, or dance party.

My husband says he never feels judged — which is a quality I try to bring everywhere I go. If you ever need to find me, just follow the trail of coffee cups and bobby pins.

What they said after they came…

“The work felt like balm for all the time I spent growing up in a fear-based church. Rather than some shameful truth coming down hard from some entity beyond me, I felt only immense love and understanding coming from above, within, and below to meet me exactly here.”

Emma P.

“After leaving organized religion in my late teens, I never thought I'd consider myself a spiritual person again. In this journey of spiritual reconnection, I learned how to reconnect with my deepest truths, and I cultivated embodied permission to craft a life that's all my own.”

Amy H.

“The experience overall gave me such a needed feeling of being held and supported — by Grace in how thoughtfully she cared for and supported each of us as individuals, and also in the way she created the most magical and safe container for us as a group.”

Ryan M.

“Grace has a holistic presence that allowed me to trust and surrender to the process. I felt my body coming together and opening up at the same time. It was a reset where I was rewired into my essential being.”

Joan F.

“After each session, things in my life would change — not just around money but also my relationship with my husband. My whole relationship to experiencing joy and pleasure changed.”

Jamie R.