Who is Flowa Grace?

When children play, they play with everything they've got. And when one of them falls and skins a knee, the others gather round, dust them off, get them back up — not out of duty, but because they want their friend back. They want to keep playing.

That's genuinely how I feel about humans on this green-blue rock.

So many of us have fallen, carrying wounds, tangled in patterns and pain and versions of ourselves that aren't really us. Underneath all of it — our true nature is still that child, playful, curious, and full of wonder, lit up by the sheer ridiculousness and paradoxical humor of being alive.

I'm here to support you on the way of finding your way back to yourself… so we can continue living as the innocent and beautiful children of God that we are.

I know the way back because I had to find it myself.

I grew up shut down and numb, and then somewhere along the way it flipped the other way — anxious, angry, confused by everything I felt and everything I saw. I studied International Relations at UBC, and the more I learned about the scale of suffering in the world, the more confused and anxiety-ridden I became. I couldn't fix any of it, so I figured I'd start with the only thing I actually had access to: myself.

That turned out to be a longer project than I bargained for ;)

A yoga teacher training on crutches. Ayahuasca in LOUD humid jungles. Twenty Vipassana retreats. A Master's in Psychology. Accidentally realizing I’m a powerful shaman. Somatic Experiencing and IFS and the kind of slow, unsexy nervous system work that you only know if you know. Vedic astrology and Human Design — not as add-on tools, but as windows into how a soul actually works. Years of sitting with feeling all that past generations could not feel. Processing grief and rage and tenderness I'd inherited generations back. Not measuring my doses properly and taking a few more hero doses than planned (whoopsies) … and I have seen — we are all Kings and Queens in our own right. We are HERE TO RISE TOGETHER.

I'm not listing this to toot my own horn. I'm telling you to show you that I truly care about the work I do with people — and I do it from the inside out. I did all this work so I could better serve YOU. I have felt and known our Unity and our interconnectedness for decades (in this life) and I knew I would be of no use to anyone if I was consumed by anxiety. So I went to work.

I know what it feels like to be lost and I know what it feels like to come home. And honestly, Home is waaaaaaay more fun than you could even imagine.

These days I work with humans through different doorways — the body, the breath, the chart you were born with, the design you came in carrying, the patterns running underneath your relationships, the parts of yourself you've been avoiding for an embarrassingly long time (no judgment, we've all done it). I've sat with over a thousand humans in this work — couples, leaders, and seekers. Those who looked fine on the outside and were quietly drowning, many who'd already done a lot of work and wanted someone to meet them at the edge.

Whatever the doorway, the work is the same: come back to the body, come back to the heart, come back to the one underneath who's been here the whole time. Come back to what’s alive in this moment.

Outside of all this you'll find me dancing somewhere… anywhere, skipping into a forest with no plan, writing on napkins, ogling sunrises and sunsets, hugging and talking to a tree like it's an old friend (because it is), and meeting strangers and discovering they're not strangers at all.

I'd love to meet you. Come play.

I had to share this because it is a great example of alignment, authenticity, perfection, magic, & presence.

There is a flower whose mythology I keep stumbling into, and the more I found, the more I laughed. The closer I look, the more hilarious it gets.

The Alignment of Iris.

Her name is Iris. (Or my name is hers, depending which way you read the story.)

In Greek mythology, Iris is the messenger of the gods. She moves between the realms — between sky and earth, divine and human, the unseen and the held. Her path is a rainbow. She IS the rainbow — the personification of it. She’s a goddess whose entire being is a bridge of light and color, walking messages between worlds. (I may have had a dream or two experiencing just that wink)

Every session I sit in, every ceremony I hold, every reading, every conversation — I am moving between dimensions. The somatic body and the cosmic chart. The grief in someone's pelvis and the dasha they're walking through. The Holy and the Shit. The profound and the mundane (I love doing dishes and sweeping danke). I have spent my life learning to walk between, to translate one realm into language the other can hear, to carry the message across.

A rainbow isn't one color. A rainbow is the whole spectrum, refracted through one drop of water. Light splitting open. We are that. Our rainbow body as we see in the chakra system, the 7 notes creating an octave — and that it is only created through both sunshine and rain. The rainbow is the triplicity of dualities. Thank you very much again. And of course, the flower has three petals and looks both triangular/pyramadic, and also like anjali mudra (prayer hands), which represents reverence, gratitude, and unity. Yes, please.

Then — iris. The colored part of your eye. The part that opens and closes to let in light. The part more unique to you than your fingerprint. The part that sees.

The flower is named for the eye. The eye is named for the goddess. They all keep coming back to the same thing — sight, vision, perception, what you let in, what you finally see when you let yourself look.

I’m here to help humans see what they couldn't see before. The patterns, the unresolved feelings, the trauma… and also what’s already amazing, beautiful, joyful, and perfect. Everything is right here in front of us always ready to be witnessed. The iris widens. More light comes in.

She is also associated with royalty — which is also all of us — our thrones always ready to receive us when we humbly embody our holy sovereignty. With admiration, wisdom, trust, and knowing. In the Victorian language of flowers, an iris meant a message has come for you.

A messenger. A rainbow. An eye. A queen/king. A message has come for you.

I'm not making this up. She carries every single one.

And then — and then — there is my name. Flowa Grace. Grow like a flower, flow like a river. Always reaching up and grounding down, being present with all cycles of life and death, and keeping the energy moving to allow for that growth and evolution. Breathe in, expansive. Breathe out, contraction. The waves keep waving. Are you here for it?

Have you had these moments? The numbers you keep seeing… The animals that visit… The song that plays at the exact right second. The dream’s symbolism… are you waking up to the patterns, the magic, the deepening into ALL OF LIFE?

Most of us have been trained to file those moments under coincidence and keep walking.

But don’t you want to remember what it feels like when life is winking at you? Don’t you want to fully wrap yourself in magic, wonder, synchronicity, mystery, and aw?! The universe is conspiring on your behalf. She is showing up in the language only you would recognize. THAT is what's available. That is what you came here for. Not someday. Right now. It’s you.

Let the story of the iris teach you to always stay open — eyes, heart, ears, and beyond. Stay open to notice when something keeps showing up and to bow when alignment leads the way.

Twenty-plus years of training my attention is not something I'm going to hand back to a feed designed to steal it.

I am barely on social media. I post if I feel like it, but I'm not running the daily reels-and-hooks treadmill, and I'm not going to.

Two reasons. One — I've spent two decades learning to come back to the body, the breath, the present moment. I know what attention feels like when it's whole, and I know what it feels like when it's been splintered into eighteen tabs of someone else's content. I'm not interested in spending my one wild life with a brain that's been sliced into 9-second clips. Where attention flows energy goes. What we focus on grows. And I am quite content not having my dopamine system highjacked thank you very much.

Two — I'm not willing to participate in frying yours either. These systems are designed — explicitly, professionally, by people paid extremely well — to hijack your nervous system and hold you there. To keep you just unsatisfied enough that you keep scrolling, uhh what?! I don't want my work to be one more thing that would potentially keep you in that state or potentially keep you from interacting with your actual environment.

This photo is literally an instant camera photo of me taken of me at a gathering that I don’t remember, that my friend randomly found, placed on top of a book cover, took a photo of, and sent to me. Nothing wrong with instagram, but this? This is real sweet. Especially my other friend’s face in the background. Gotta love humans.

Reach out~

Whether you want to work or play, drop your details and let’s do something amazing.