Have you noticed that my look shifts a lot across this site? One moment my hair is short and light, the next long and brown, or maybe even shaved close?
Such is the journey of a shapeshifter...
There’s a quiet magic to shapeshifting. In folklore, it’s the gift of the selkie, the trickster, the one who can cross thresholds and live between worlds. It's about celebrating multiplicity and disrupting rigidity. About knowing who you are and letting yourself change. And that has always been alive for me, whether I’m weaving a story at a festival or facilitating in a boardroom.
It started in high school with hair dye and piercings. Over the years, shape and style became a creative practice. My expression is as a form of self-listening and my identity something vital and alive, not prescribed but created. My hair has changed with each chapter and just as the version of me that walked through it has.
It's not uncommon that folks who meet me once might not recognize me the second time around, but it doesn't bother me. It's what has allowed me to move through so many places, be in dialogue with so many versions of myself, and meet each moment with a sense of choice and aliveness.
So yes, I may just shapeshift. Not to hide, but to stay awake and to make sure my outside keeps catching up with everything growing inside.