As a child of Thai immigrants, I was accustomed to my parents working long hours to ensure we could keep up with the American dream. Without extended family members to offer support in this country, I was often left to my own imagination accompanied by books, music, and a blank canvas as my refuge. This also meant being placed into the care of a neighbor who violated my body before I even knew what consent was, and while I convinced my mind that I was “healed”, my body clearly remembered.

It was time to stop intellectualizing my way out of pain and oppression by allowing myself to heal my trauma imprints on a cellular level - which went beyond my childhood, but was also impacted by intergenerational and ancestral karma.

If racism is only 500 years old, then how can we tap into our ancestral wisdom that precedes beyond that?

Curiosity led me back to Thailand, where I briefly studied with a traditional midwife to learn the birthing ways of my lineage - and realized the importance of treating life as an everyday ceremony that is worth celebrating until our last breath. While much of my fire was driven by anger as to why injustices and inequalities were prevalent, it was time for me to redirect this righteous rage into radical love and compassion - beginning with myself until this ripples out to all beings.

I needed to release the story that the burdens of my predecessors were mine to carry, and that instead I had an opportunity in this lifetime to shift this narrative for the next generation. Thus sparked my calling to assist others in remembering their purpose on this planet, while reflecting on the legacy they’re here to leave behind when they, too, become an ancestor.

Much of my work is dedicated to the elders, witches, healers, herbalists, ceremonialists, artists, and freedom fighters that often had to go underground to preserve their traditions - or lost them altogether due to colonialism, capitalism, and patriarchy.