I guide men through crossings.

Men's work facilitator. Relationship mentor. Passage guide.

How I got here

I spent most of my life afraid. Afraid of taking up space. Afraid of what people would think. Afraid of my own desire.

So I became agreeable. Quiet. Meek. I performed the life I was taught to want instead of finding the one I actually wanted. I called it being good. It was just being gone.

Then life broke it open. Immigration. Near-death. Divorce. Chronic illness. Each one cracked a piece of the performance until what was left was just me, raw and more alive than I'd ever been.

That's the crossing I now guide men through. Men done managing their lives, ready to actually live them. Not to become someone new. To finally trust who they already are.

The drowning

Diving off a 70-foot cliff at Yosemite, I couldn't swim back. Three minutes between life and death.

In that liminal space, I encountered something I now call the Divine, the presence most people spend their whole lives seeking.

Coming back didn't make me enlightened. It made me honest.

I couldn't keep performing after that.

What I bring

My work is rooted in meditation traditions, ancestral rites of passage, intimacy education, and masculine embodiment.

I've been shaped by Amir Khalighi, John Wineland, S.N. Goenka, School of Lost Borders, the Shipibo lineage, and the wild places that keep teaching me whether I'm ready or not.

I split my time between Vancouver Island BC and the Sacred Valley of Peru.

How I guide

I don't guide from having arrived. I guide from having gone in and coming back out.

My own cracks run deep. The father wound that convinced me I'd never belong. The fear of my stutter popping up at the worst moments. The addiction that brought me to my knees.

I'm still in the work. But I've been to the bottom of the water and back. And I know what it takes to not drown.

If that's what you need, I'm here.

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