About me

“It’s not complicated. I listen. I witness. I hold the thread.”

I experienced birth as a holy rupture— visceral, erotic, wild— but what followed was silence. No elders. No ceremony. No one to witness the becoming.

That absence marked me. It’s what I now tend.

I support women not just through birth, but through the long rite of matrescence— the months and years of hormonal shapeshifting, identity loss, erotic forgetfulness, and slow psychic reconstitution. The return of the woman after the mother has arrived. The ending of breastfeeding. The decision to mother differently than we were mothered.

My care is domestic and devotional: food, touch, tea, grief. I offer in-person postpartum visits and remote witnessing calls, shaped by training with the Red Tent Doulas.

I read baby charts, family constellations, and relational signatures with a symbolic, myth-informed approach. Your motherline matters. So does the part of you that was taught not to need, not to want, not to speak. The part that disappears.

I work with that too— with what lingers in the body, in the blood, in the small inherited silences.

Sometimes, my work is strange: We talk to the unborn. We name shame. We brush hair. We read the stars to understand why a child has come, or why a mother feels alone. We laugh and cry.

I follow what is tender, mythic, true.

I live in Edinburgh with my son, and work with women locally and online.