My offerings pour out of a poetry soaked heart & an old soul. My calling is to facilitate connection & eradicate separation. To gather and witness us humans reclaim what has been forgotten & laid dormant. My teaching is candid, the talk is real, the movement steeped in aligned attention.
I have a story of life just like you, some of my chapters spoken out loud, some kept silent under my own wings. I was born & grew as a child under the thunder of war in Iran, Until overnight my papa decided to gather up his wife & 3 kids and run. From what felt like a castle for a home, we became refugees, I was 11. I was a warrior. A space holder. I knew that at an early age.
I distinctly recall landing at the Toronto airport at age 13, looking up at my father's exhausted yet hopeful face, my mother's fierce composure, the five of us arriving in the vast unknown of freedom.
With the recent stories of Syria, so much of this story has surfaced and revealed layers of itself to me. The reminder honed my focus, values and selfhood into renewed clarity. I have spent much needed time as of late forgiving, listening and healing what I thought was already healed.
I beg you to find your own gateway into remembering yourself like I have. to love, feel, forgive, be yourself. believe, Speak up. Stand for justice, play, look up from all the screens, listen, pray.
Become the doorway to the temple of your own soul, the gateway to spirit...enter.