Bred and born in Germany in 1964 to the perfectly imperfect culture and family. Two young parents; a father of drivenness, a mother of naivete and emotionality, both though with much heart and passion, and instrumental grandparents of unconditional love and inspiration. My heart overflows thinking of them all.

A divorce with additions of several stepmothers and a stepfather, who later became my adoptive dad and rock in all the turmoil. A lot of moves across the country, setting the stage for being comfortable and at home anywhere.

Joys, but also heartaches, abandonment, certainly love and fun, trials and tribulations, all part of my upbringing. In my late teens I escaped it all to travel and work the world for a few years.

Once back home I studied Marketing, and my career soon took me to work overseas, mainly in the U.S. For years I pretty much lived out of a suitcase, being booked for over 300 production days/year with stressful 16–20 hour workdays. I was young and had the energy but was on a path of total self-abandonment. Not much that was heartfelt and meaningful was part of my life then.

In 1992 I made the move to Miami, Florida where most of the fashion shoots were held at that time. There I entered a relationship, learned how to be a "stepmother” to two young children, reduced my production days to start another company with my partner and became even more numb to my real Self. Looking back now, I can see that I withered away with all the things that were not my real calling, that had no heart and soul for me.

Sometimes life has to get tough before we are willing to look inside, to take inventory and to allow our True Self to shine through and make the necessary course corrections. I certainly know! Being German, with a certain stubbornness and stoicism, lol, it had to get REALLY bad for me to get into action for myself. I started to suffer again from severe depression, anxiety, weight issues, knew how to numb myself expertly with “stuff”, being the people pleaser for everyone but myself and had too many physical ailments and illnesses to list (all a replay of my childhood and teenage years).

At almost rock bottom, it one day hit me: Something had to change and that “something” was me. Who would think that a poem could make such a difference! But I give credit to “The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer which somehow woke me up, touched the core in me and became a true turning point. I read it, and still do to this day, as the invitation to MYSELF!

I started working on myself and left my partner, my job, my house, my visa status, my savings, my everything to buy a Dodge van and travel the U.S. Wilderness for 8 months. Yup, another escape but that time it was an escape (in)to me, into something I had long forgotten. I took charge of my life and started the quest of finding myself in amongst all the things and parts I had thought I “should” be. It was damn hard at times. And at the same time it has been the most wonderful coming home to my real Self, to my heart and calling – a journey I am still on and realigning to.

A journey that brought me to then being of service to others, first as a healer, then therapist, coach and facilitator. My Soul’s calling. My way of living heartfully.

Since 2002 I feel privileged to call Australia my home. What an amazing country to live in! (Yes, love brought me here.)

I live on acreage and in my spare time love spending time with friends, my herd of horses and anything in and around nature. Music, meal creations, dance, travel, sailing, swimming, self-development, reading and meaningful conversations are my other passions. My not-so-secret love affair is called “Stella”, my most adorable Wolfhound X and co-facilitator in crime.