I have been the woman I work with.

I work with women in midlife who have spent a long time taking very good care of everyone around them — and who are now, quietly or loudly, ready to tend to themselves.

My work sits at the intersection of somatic coaching, nervous system science, and the Brazilian tradition I was raised in: the belief that the body does not lie, that rest is not laziness, and that pleasure is a form of intelligence.

I work in English and Portuguese, by video, with women around the world.

I spent years running a household, building a career, taking care of everyone within reach. Then my body finally refused to keep going. Insomnia. A chest that would not open. A low-grade anxiety that lived just below my collarbone. I had no language for what was happening — only the certainty that I could not think my way out of it.

What brought me back was simple and slow: breath, rest, and learning to feel my body as something worth listening to rather than pushing through. That return became a practice. The practice became a calling. The calling is what you find on this page.

I grew up in Brazil, surrounded by women who were formidable and exhausted in equal measure. My grandmother cooked for fifteen people and never sat down. My mother held three jobs and a family and a sick father. When they cried, they cried alone, in kitchens, after the dishes were done.

I learned that lesson by watching: a woman’s worth is in what she carries. So I carried — until my body told me it was finished. That refusal is what brought me to this work. Not a career change. A correction.

Brazil gave me the understanding that holds my whole practice together: you can silence the body for a long time. You cannot silence it forever.