My parents named me Irina.It means peace.

The wandering

For years I roamed North America, living nomadically. I found more of myself along the way and ditched a lot of who I thought I was. I felt into other ways of living: a simpler life, grounded, embodied, connected and sacred. These days I am most at home in nature, barefoot and in my body, under the sun, moon and stars, wherever my path brings me.

The teachings

The art of touch gathered in me slowly, course by course, country by country. Indian head massage. Chinese foot massage. Full body relaxation massage. Each one another language for the same conversation with the body.

Then, in early 2023, I followed a quiet desire and stepped into an authentic tantra teacher training. There, yoni and lingam massage went from something I had heard of to something I knew in my bones: this therapy is part of my calling here on Earth. Later, a kundalini activation teacher course joined the weave. Everything I had learned about touch came together, and I began offering these ceremonies to be of service to my fellow humans.

We all need to be held in pure presence.
To be touched without an agenda.
To be witnessed as our pure selves.

Not a straight path

My path has not been straight, nor simple. It still is not, though I walk and stumble it with more grace and joy now. I went through loss, longing and awakening. Through fire, silence and the raw edges of all emotions. I have learned to welcome all of it: to sit with it, cry, laugh, rage and scream, until it passes again.

I chose not the expected path, but the one my heart whispers. The one that leads deeper into myself, into the sacred. What I offer arises from that place. Each session is a ceremony: a meeting of breath and pure presence, where time softens and the body speaks.