Early signs
I believe we arrive as souls—pure, unlimited love—here to have a human experience and express all that we are. Then life happens. Some human experiences cloud our truth, and in the darker moments we bury parts of who we really are. We forget our essence.
The seed is planted
At three years old, standing in my bedroom doorway, I heard a clear voice say, “You’re a special angel here to make a difference.” Call it God, the Universe, Source—whatever resonates for you. I didn’t fully understand it then, but over the years it became clear that moment was planting a seed for my calling—an early reminder of my light so I could find my way back to it and help others remember their own.
A magical knowing
Shortly after, as that little three‑year‑old girl, I rode on the side of my dad’s semi‑truck for close to 10 kilometers. I saw people working in the orchards stop and stare, and I thought, “Gee, they must really love my Dad’s truck.” Then it felt like we were driving above the clouds. For me, it was peaceful and magical (not so much for the rest of my family). That moment gave me a deep sense of safety and protection, and most of all, it strengthened my connection to a greater knowing.
The detour
It wasn’t long until life started to pile on what I call the human stuff (that’s my polite version of “human crap”)—fear, trauma, expectations—and I buried parts of myself to stay safe. I hid my true self, my essence, and my inner child. That suppression blocked me from fully expressing the love I am. My soul kept whispering, but my inner child wasn’t free, so neither was I.
Cracks of light
I survived controlling, violent relationships, and healing didn’t happen all at once. Years later, after a divorce, space opened for the whispers to finally break through. “There’s more to you, and more to life.” The truth I’d been shown long ago rose from within, impossible to ignore. I began a deep healing journey—freeing my inner child, helping her feel safe. As life moved me to a new place, I realised that underneath what I first thought was healing from a marriage was a whole life to be healed—the layers surfaced, and inner‑child memories came flooding back. As she heals, I heal, and piece by piece I express more of my true soul self—my inner joy.
— “Every time I freed a piece of my inner child, a piece of my joy came home.” —
Signals and signs
Around that time, I turned on the TV and there was Oprah holding up Cheryl Richardson’s book, Life Makeovers: 52 Ways to Improve Your Life One Week at a Time. I went straight out and bought it. I started reading and reached a week where you’re encouraged to write a list and put yourself number one. I couldn’t do it—I thought my kids needed to be number one—so I put the book away in my bedside table.
The move I made a move as the next part of my journey to heal and rediscover more of my true self. I’d only driven through one traffic light in my life. Then I drove five hours to a new city filled with them, and kept going. That’s how growth has felt. I unpacked the book and put it straight back into my bedside table.
Full‑circle remembering
After another season where space was created, I found myself by the water reading The Little Soul and the Sun, and I had a pivotal moment where I felt I’d come full circle—back to my truth. I remembered that I’m a soul, and that early reminder was given so I could find my way back to that exact magical moment. This is who I am—a soul of pure love and joy having a human experience. My purpose is to experience and express myself as all of the love that I am. And my calling is to remind others who’ve forgotten and are feeling called to remember.
Reclaiming Joy
When I suppressed my inner child, I rejected my middle name—Joy—and a part of myself. Reclaiming it became the path home.
The vehicle appears
I went home, felt called to take out the Cheryl Richardson book I hadn’t been able to continue, and strangely opened it to the introduction—something I never usually read. There it was: Cheryl was a life coach. I’d never heard the term, but I knew it was a sign. This was the vehicle to deliver my message and fulfil that childhood call—to remind you that you are a spiritual being having a human experience, here to be, receive, give, and live a life full of love—from the inside out.
The work today
The journey of a spiritual being having a human experience is real. Even decades later, what I believed would be beautiful became brutal, and I turned it into a blueprint. I loved being devoted to my calling and giving, but givers can overgive. That contrast became the mirror that revealed the missing piece of my practice: I wasn’t fully allowing myself to receive. Every part of the Journey to Joy matters, and receiving is the one I’m practicing most right now.
The gifts and the program
Today, I’m channeling that same whisper into my program, Journey to Joy™. Over time, my intuition deepened—I could feel a client’s energy and emotions, connect with their inner child, speak to the places that hurt, and help their soul feel safe to lead. My trainings helped, but the gifts God gave me became the channel. I kept circling my dream for years. What took me decades, I now compress for my clients—guiding others with intuitive, somatic soul attunement and inner‑child healing on a path from self‑love and self‑fulfillment to a soulful life they love.
Begin your Journey to Joy Ready to remember who you are and live the life you love—from the inside out.