soulshift

I’ve been writing again.  The book — the one that’s been sitting inside me for years, breathing under the surface of everything — is finally taking shape. But as I sit here putting words on paper, I keep circling around one question that I can’t quite shake... Should I have written this story back when I was still living it — when my heart was raw and everything still burned? Back then, it felt like every moment was drenched in adrenaline and longing, heartbreak and hope. My words would have poured out like wildfire — chaotic, emotional, perhaps even a little messy, but real. I used to think that’s what good writing was meant to be: an open wound spilling itself onto the page. And maybe if I had written it then, it would have been filled with that intensity — the kind that grabs you by the collar and pulls you into the story because the writer herself is barely surviving it. But I didn’t. Life happened. Healing happened. Time wrapped itself around the jagged edges, and the per...

I often get asked what I actually do, so I wanted to share a little of my journey and how I hold space for women & men in their transformation… Life has taken me on journey that feels like a mastery training in love and in living. There were moments when I hid, retreating into the uncertainty of not knowing my purpose, wondering why I was here..? Yet, in that dark tunnel of unsureness, I learned to trust the process, to surrender to the unknown — and after a while I emerged with clarity, and remembering. I’ve come to realise that there’s a quiet power in stillness. I’ve learned it through my own life — through heartbreak, through the twists and turns that made me question myself, and through the moments when it felt like nothing would ever feel aligned again. And what I’ve discovered is that true transformation doesn’t always come from chasing change. Often, it comes from having someone to sit with you in the storm, to steady you, and to remind you that you are not alone. This is w...

There are days I sit with the weight of it all — four teenage daughters, a home that sometimes feels too small for their big dreams, and me… a single mother building a soul-led business from scratch. I love both — my girls and my mission — with everything in me. But if I’m honest, sometimes I feel torn in two. There are dinners to cook, rides to organise, messes to clean up, and emotions to hold. And then, when the house is finally quiet, there’s the soul led business I’m building, something only I can see right now. It would be so easy to think such journey is a punisent. And sometimes I get into a victim mode and think like that. But in my heart, I know it’s noI know my soul chose this…  I chose to walk this part of my journey alone. To know the ache of being a single mother, the endless provider and the soft place to fall. I chose to experience this.  Sometimes however I feel like I’m failing as a mother, trying to juggle this and that.  And it hurt...

  When It’s Time to Let Go… There sometimes comes a moment in our love story, friendship, or a chapter of life… where the heart whispers something the mind isn’t ready to hear. I know this place well. I’ve lived it. For a long time, I held on to connections that were draining me, convincing myself it was love. I looked past the subtle red flags — the exhaustion that crept into my body, the “accidents” and moments of not feeling safe, the way my nervous system never quite relaxed. Deep down, I knew. But I wasn’t ready to see. And that’s the thing about letting go: We usually receive signs before we act. The Universe shows us — through energy, through situations, through our own body — that something isn’t right. But when we’re attached, when our hope is wrapped around someone’s potential, we put on a veil. We wait. We convince ourselves to hold on a little longer. I believe we don’t let go until we are ready — until the lesson of that bond has been served, seen, and acknowledge...

It’s hard, isn’t it? Watching the people around you fall in love, build families, celebrate anniversaries, and feeling like your heart is still quietly waiting. You smile, you cheer, you wish them well  — but deep inside, there’s a quiet ache. A longing that whispers:  Why not me? I see you. I feel you.  That sadness doesn’t mean you’re broken. It means your heart is ready — fiercely ready — for something real, something deep, something worth every moment of patience. There is a unique kind of magic in waiting. It’s not about scarcity or loss. It’s about alignment.  Know that your love story is being written with care by the universe, and it is being tailored to you — to your heart, your growth, your dreams. Every lesson, every heartbreak, every season of feeling incomplete is a thread in that story, preparing you for a love that will feel like home, like safety, like fire and calm all at once. One day, you will be in each other's arms.  You will look into your ...

Long coming because I didn’t feel ready to tell this story — but now I feel ready, this book is writing itself through me. Every page carries a piece of my heart, etched by years of loving too deeply, losing bravely, and rising quietly when no one was watching. My story is not a fairytale, but it isn’t a tragedy either. I am sharing this because love has been my greatest teacher. It has broken me open, humbled me, healed me, and made me whole again in ways I never expected. Each man who entered my life left more than memories — they left mirrors, lessons, and turning points that shaped the woman I have become. I write for the woman who gave her all and wonders if it was ever enough. For the one who feels too bruised to hope. For the heart that still beats with a quiet prayer: let love find me, let it be true this time. This is a story written by life itself — messy, luminous, and deeply human. And if my journey can place even a single spark of courage or softness in another soul, then ...