The intuition that there was something more led me to listen to my heart and to grow from the soul.
The body as a first language
The body before words
Hello, my name is Susanna. As a child, I was curious and quiet, always in motion—as if the body knew before words did. Running was my way of being in the world, of making sense of the silence, of listening to my body as I moved forward.
Long before I understood it, the body was already a place of listening. A space where something would align in the presence of movement and awareness.
At fourteen, a film opened an inner door that never closed again: The Miracle Worker.
In that moment, I clearly sensed that there are forms of communication that do not depend on sight or voice.
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My path has been woven through creation, teaching, and accompanying childhood. For a time, creative sewing was my closest form of expression: creating with my hands, sharing in artisan markets, embroidering the invisible as one who meditates and heals. That stage now rests a little further away,
although when I return to it, a gentle ache appears, remembering everything that was lived.
Different spaces, the same pulse, presence, listening and respect for rhythms.
I have trained in intuitive vision with Intuitu and am currently continuing to expand my practice as part of the certification process.
This training gave structure and support to a way of perceiving that was already present within me,
allowing me to accompany others from a more conscious, steady, and attentive place.
Intuitive vision is part of my way of being and accompanying.
It develops through attention, practice, and respect for each individual rhythm.
It is recognised and gently allowed.
A constant curiosity accompanies me toward everything that builds bridges between the invisible and the tangible: quantum physics, sign language, and subtle forms of perception.
Not as fixed explanations, but as fields of reflection that broaden my perspective.
Meditation is part of my life as a space of listening to which I return again and again. A place where body, awareness, and emotion begin to dialogue, and from which my way of accompanying is born.
Not from knowing, but from presence.
