You know those moments when you’re just going about your day, and suddenly time does that funny thing where it feels like both forever and no time at all? I had one of those moments yesterday.
I was watching my ducks, excited about a new day, and it hit me: this month marks 35 years since I first opened my practice doors.
- 35 years of sitting with beautiful humans who asked, ‘What if there’s more?’ and then had the courage to look.
- 35 years of sharing sacred moments with souls brave enough to say, ‘Okay, Universe, show me what I’m not seeing.
- 35 years of witnessing souls brave enough to peek behind the curtain of their own stories.
The numbers feel almost surreal:
- 35 trips around the sun
- 50,000+ conversations that usually started with “You might think this sounds weird, but…”
- Countless coffee-fuelled revelations, deep belly laughs, and tears of every flavour
- Stories that have stretched across 20+ countries
- And now, 10 ducks who regularly remind me that wisdom often comes with feathers
But you know what feels even more surreal? How every single day, I still get butterflies of excitement when I sit down with someone for a session call. Because here’s what 35 years has taught me: no two soul stories are ever the same, even when the patterns rhyme.
I’ve watched careers crack open like geodes revealing their crystal hearts, relationships decode themselves like ancient starlight finally reaching Earth, and “why me?” questions blossom into “wow, now I see” moments. And every single time, I’m amazed by how the universe doesn’t do random. It does remarkable.
Looking back through time’s kaleidoscope, I can trace the sacred geometry of it all, from the whispered conversations in Vancouver office studios, to circles of seekers sharing breath and wisdom three nights a week all over the city, to the monthly past life workshops where revelations buzzed like electricity.
Then, life cracked me open in the deepest way when my son went off grid, and somehow even that reshaping was part of the pattern. The universe guided me to meet souls where they were – through screens and phone lines – proving that deep connection transcends physical space. I learned that divine choreography often looks like chaos until you step far enough back to see the dance.
The truth is, after 35 years of walking beside folks through their hidden depths and sacred transitions, I’ve learned that life’s biggest plot twists often turn out to be its most brilliant turning points. And just when you think you’ve seen it all, the universe winks and shows you something new.
So here we are, at the edge of a new chapter. I’m celebrating 35 years of service with a heart full of gratitude, a mind still full of wonder, and, yes, a garden full of ducks (because apparently, this was part of my soul’s plan, too).
To every soul who’s trusted me with their story – thank you. To those yet to cross my path – I’m ready when you are. And to you reading this – remember that your story isn’t just happening to you; it’s happening through you, creating ripples in the pond that you might not even see yet.
So, as I wrap up another year around the sun, I’m more convinced than ever that we’re all part of something magnificently larger than ourselves. And I’m still as curious as ever to see how it all unfolds.
Here’s to 35 years of making sense of life’s grand (and sometimes puzzling) timing and to all the chapters yet to come. They say life begins at 40, so I figure my practice is just getting warmed up at 35. Stay tuned – the universe keeps getting more interesting, and I’m taking notes to share with you all.
(At an early Christmas party the other day, someone asked me if I ever get tired of hearing people’s stories. I had to laugh – that’s like asking the moon if it ever gets tired of pulling the tides. Every story is a new constellation waiting to be mapped, and between you and me, the universe’s creativity is just getting warmed up.)
