Origin Story
Origins aren’t just places — they’re the inner landscapes where we first felt safe, whole, and connected to something sacred, where the heart recognized its place in the greater weave.
Welcome Home, Weirdo
Not gonna lie... parts of my upbringing were pretty idyllic. I grew up barefoot and sun-kissed, running wild across the white sandy beaches and lush junglescapes of Oʻahu. That image—a little creature of salt and sky—still feels like the purest distillation of my essence: simple, free, a natural mystic.
And yet, from an early age, I often felt... different. I was called things like “weirdo,” “out there,” and “a little bit eccentric,” labels that marked me as other. That sense of otherness only deepened when I moved to New York for college. The culture shock was real. I studied Psychology and Special Education—partly because I was fascinated by the human psyche, and partly because I didn’t know what I wanted, only that this path seemed acceptable enough to be safe.
In the process, I learned how to adapt. How to mask. How to silence myself, and inner most truth, to survive. That was the beginning of my forgetting.
But life, in its own inevitable intelligence, has a way of calling us back.
My remembering didn’t happen all at once. It came in spirals and flashes—moments when I could no longer ignore the ache of disconnection. It came through heartbreaks, burnouts, quiet rebellions, and sweet, unexpected glimmers of clarity—moments when I could almost feel my future self tugging at the threads of my innermost being, urging me to keep going. It came through movement, through stillness, through a growing refusal to live numb and half-alive.
Slowly, I started shedding what was never really mine. I learned to hear my body again—to trust the yeses fluttering in my chest, and honor the no’s echoing in my bones. I traded survival for sensation, performance for presence, and certainty for mystery.
It wasn’t always graceful. It rarely is. But piece by piece, I started coming home to myself—the barefoot, saltwater, sky-wild being I had always been underneath it all.
And once you taste that kind of freedom there’s no going back.