Sit Down with Yourself & the Divine Within

This work didn't begin with a certification. It began in childhood — with my mother's hands, and with water.

As a young girl, when the cramping came, my mother would submerge me in hot water baths to ease the pain. She would lay hot water bottles across my abdomen and brew teas — calming, warming blends that helped move the blood and settle the body. She didn't call it therapy. She didn't call it anything. It was simply what she knew, passed through her own hands from something older than either of us. Hydrotherapy as medicine, long before I had a word for it.

That was the seed. When I began my own bleeding as a teenager — my coming of age — I already had a body that understood warmth as healing. I understood that the womb responds to care. I just didn't yet know how far that understanding would carry me.

Steaming found me after the births of my children. My body had been through complicated labours, and I wanted to feel somewhat normal again — to come back to myself. I was dealing with perineal nerve entrapment — something that had built up through so many physical accidents over the years — though I didn't fully understand what was happening in my body until after I began steaming. It was the steaming that revealed it. That showed me the havoc a stressed, compressed nerve can quietly wreak. I went to the mainstream doctors. They had answers. But the answers were invasive, and they didn't feel right for where I was, what I needed, or who I was becoming. So I said no. That refusal opened a door.

It led me into the world of alternative health care — and back toward restoration on my own terms. Non-invasive. Intentional. Rooted. That path is where I discovered peri hydro steaming, what some call yoni steaming, and where I began creating my own way with it. This is a tradition that stretches back 7,000 years. Whatever name you give it, the truth at the centre never changes: water heals everything. How we use water as a conductor for healing — that is everything.

Then came the accident. About ten years ago, a car collision left my nervous system completely dysregulated — exhausted, in pain, unmoored. Steaming became one of the most important tools in my recovery. The warmth, the stillness, the ritual of it gave my body something it desperately needed. A place to land.

This is a journey I am still on — and one I will keep sharing. Through blogs and future podcasts, I will be expanding on each chapter: the childhood baths, the coming of age, the postpartum years, the accident, and everything in between. There is so much more to tell.