Bodhi’s House began with my soul dog, Bodhi.

He came into my life as a puppy with a sensitive stomach and a firey spirit, and he would eventually change the entire course of my life.

Bodhi means enlightenment in Sanskrit. When we named him, I loved the meaning, but I didn’t yet understand its deeper roots or its connection to Ayurveda. I certainly didn’t know how profoundly he would shape the course of my life.

Bodhi came to us at eight weeks old already struggling with digestive trouble. At the time, my only lens for health was Western medicine. From puppyhood on, he was given countless rounds of antibiotics, prescription foods, and medications. His digestion never truly settled. We followed every protocol we were given, but his body always seemed to be struggling quietly in the background.

Years passed like this.

Just before his sixth birthday, bloodwork revealed abnormal white and red blood cell counts. The initial fear was cancer. What followed was a long, exhausting journey through specialists, scans, tests, appointments, and medications. Cancer was never found. Eventually the conversation shifted to autoimmune disease, but that too was never clearly identified or resolved.

Several months into this ordeal, Bodhi suffered a neurological event. He became dizzy and struggled to walk. I was told his body was likely forming clots, and that while a clot to the brain was frightening, a clot to his lungs or digestive tract would likely be fatal. If my husband and I wanted any say in how he left this world, we would need to make that decision soon.

So we chose to let him go at home.

With love.
With ceremony.
With gentleness.

Not on a cold metal table, but surrounded by familiarity, safety, and devotion.

Losing Bodhi was one of the most devastating experiences of my life.

At the same time Bodhi was sick, I was quietly unraveling too. After years of fatigue, digestive issues, and feeling “off,” I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s autoimmune disease. While Bodhi was alive, all my energy went to caring for him. After he passed, grief sat heavy in my body, but I knew I could no longer ignore my own health.

And deep in my bones, I knew I did not want to walk the same path we had walked with Bodhi.

That’s when I found Ayurveda.

At the time, I barely knew what it was. I only felt the pull. I enrolled in an Ayurvedic health coach program and began learning how to truly listen to my body. Not to silence symptoms, but to understand them. To work gently, preventatively, and holistically. To support digestion, the nervous system, immunity, and energy from the inside out.

Slowly, my health began to change. My relationship with my body softened. I felt empowered rather than managed.

Along the way, I became deeply fascinated by the intelligence of plants and went on to complete formal training in herbalism alongside my Ayurvedic studies. What began as healing for myself slowly grew into a calling to serve others.

Bodhi’s House is where all of this comes together.

It is a space rooted in the belief that while Western medicine has its place, we have lost something essential in our culture: the wisdom of holistic, preventative care. The understanding that healing is not a quick fix or a bandage, but a relationship with the body over time.

My mission is to help people reclaim that relationship. To give them their power back. To teach them how to support their own healing with awareness, ritual, herbs, food, and compassion.

Bodhi was my teacher long before I understood the lesson.

This house, this offering, is built in his honor.

The work I offer today grew directly from that journey.