After my dad passed, I knew I couldn’t keep doing what I had been doing. I had worked in office management for years, but something in me was ready for change. I didn’t know exactly what that change would look like — only that it needed to feel more honest.

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I explored different paths for a while. I learned. I searched for something steady.

But it wasn’t until I picked up the drum that things became clear.

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The drum brings me back to myself. Its steady rhythm settles my nervous system. It connects me to my ancestors and to something bigger — the Creator.

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When I sit with it, things simplify. Breath slows. The noise quiets.

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Over time, I realized I’m not meant to be a traditional coach or healer. I’m meant to make things. To gather women in circle. To build tools that can be held, played, and lived with.

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This work is quieter now. More grounded. Less about advice and more about craft.

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The drum keeps me honest. And I keep returning to it.

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