Hi, I'm Kym

And I'm so honored to have you here.If you’re anything like the souls who find their way into my field, you’ve already walked far. You've carved a unique path and found happiness and success along the way.And yet, there is still a quiet ache. A longing for deeper connection. A desire for more alignment. Or maybe you've glimpsed something real, something holy, and you’re hungry for more.I know that ache. And I’ve been transformed by the medicine of community. So much so that I’ve devoted my life to it.I curate soft spaces for souls to land. To come home to the body. To root into presence. Where love is the frequency, and rage is sacred. Where the ordinary cracks us open. Where we walk each other home, again and again, until we remember who we are.If your body feels a yes reading this, welcome. You’re in the right place.

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꩜ Weave with me ꩜

My work as a ceremonialist is in devotion to the human experience, offering intuitive mentoring, breathwork, and community circles for souls on the path of embodied leadership and heart-centered living.Your body remembers what your mind has forgotten.
Your heart knows the path even when life feels sideways.Come in. Sit down. Let's take a breath.

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My Path

For years, I thought freedom meant outrunning the ache inside me. So I kept moving: across oceans, countries, and timelines. I worked in fast-paced startups, lived nomadically, even spent years off-grid on a sailboat.On the surface, it looked adventurous. Alive. Successful. But underneath, there was a quiet heaviness. Patterns of overgiving. Disconnection from my body. A longing for something deeper that I couldn’t even name.Eventually, it all came crumbling down.
I lost my marriage, my home, and the work that had defined me. All the scaffolding of the life I had built fell away.And in that unraveling, I stopped running. I dropped into my body. I listened. I let myself be broken open by grief, rage, and shame.What I discovered is this:
Healing entered when I was willing to stay, without bypassing or fixing what feels broken. To remember the holiness of it all.Motherhood deepened this path.
Birthing my daughter initiated me into a devotion beyond myself,
to the collective, to the earth, to future generations.Today, I hold space for others walking their own thresholds.
I offer medicine through breathwork, ritual, and authentic relating.My desire is to create spaces that I wish I had found sooner.This is a reclamation. And it's for everyone. We were never meant to do this alone.With love,
Kym 💜

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