Much of my path has unfolded in the dark -
through grief, illness, rupture, and reinvention.

I’ve walked through many underworlds -
not as a concept,
but as real, lived descent:

When the systems of my life stopped working.
When my health collapsed without clear answers.
When I left behind identities that no longer fit.
When I was cracked open by endings I didn’t choose.

There were years when everything unravelled -
my relationships, my body, my sense of self.
Where clarity didn’t come from logic,
but from surrender.
Where I had to let go of striving
and meet myself in the deepest stillness.

It was in this space - raw, aching, real -
that the myths began to whisper.

Not as stories to be understood,
but as living maps to walk through.

The dark feminine archetypes -
descent goddesses, wild initiators -
offered me a new way of seeing:

That the breakdown was not a failure.
It was a rite of passage.
A holy return.
Not to who I had been -
but to who I really was.

This is what I carry now.
Not the path, but the torch.
Not answers, but presence.

To meet what aches.
To listen in the dark.
To remember the wisdom your body has been holding all along.

This is the mycelial thread beneath all my work.
The Living Method grew from this fertile ground -
woven through lived experience, deep study,
and the sacred pause that allowed it all to land.