My Story ... in the space between ink and starlight

From the very first breath I can remember, the night sky felt closer than the ground.
I was the quiet child who hid notebooks beneath her pillow, who translated birdsong into secret alphabets and asked the moon why I never quite fit inside the world I’d been given. Empathy flooded me like tidewater; grown-ups called it “sensibilité.” I simply knew I could hear the softest parts of things.

At eleven I wrote my first Celtic-fantasy novella; at fifteen I was scrying constellations through a thrift-store telescope; at thirty I crossed the Atlantic, survived a marriage that almost smothered my voice, and learned that even broken wings remember how to fly.

 

The turning point

In 2021, a druidic initiation in the forests of Brittany cracked something open:
voices in Old Irish, visions of a harp-shaped constellation (Lyra), and a spiritual name that felt more like home than my own heartbeat. I dove head-first into past-life hypnotherapy, channelled entire saga-universes (Eydenia, Erynweald…), and followed the Universe’s voices carrying me home. The emptiness I’d carried for decades became a bridge of light.

 

What I do now

I write epic, soul-rich romantasy that doubles as energetic medicine.
I guide others through spiritual hypnotherapy, energy work, and mediumship, helping them retrieve the forgotten pieces of their story. I translate books between French, English, and sometimes the language of stars.