A private practice, six clients at a time, for people carrying something that has not moved in years.
The door
Something brought you here. A grief that will not settle. A question that keeps returning. A life that works on paper and thins out in the quiet hours.
I sit with people in that place. We go slowly. We look at what is actually here, not the story told about it.
Not to become someone new. Not to be told who you should be.
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” — Rumi
How I hold this
Six private clients. No more. This work asks everything of the one holding it, so whoever sits with me has all of me. Full attention, full presence, nothing rationed.
Your hours are yours. Your words stay in the room. Every session is chosen, never scheduled out of habit.
We begin with one conversation, held in the same rhythm as any session. We meet. We listen. We find out together whether this is your door.
In the quiet hours I put down what I am thinking about, and you are welcome to read it.
Your numbers are worked out the moment you ask, by my own software, free. This part of the practice is given freely.