The Dragon Priestess

I landed in Norway at 19, with a suitcase, a dream, and absolutely no idea what I was walking into.

I left Singapore—the heat, the family, the only life I knew—for the cold. I thought I was running toward love. I was really running away from the silence inside myself.

That was 30 years ago.

In those three decades, I have been married twice. Divorced twice. I have loved wolves in sheep’s clothing. I have built a life in a country that was never quite home, and I have carried a vision of a warm place that never quite faded.

I have also been broken open—by bureaucracy, by my own patterns, and by the long, quiet winters that force you to sit with yourself.

Now, I am not running anymore. I am training.

I am learning to trust my intuition without letting it control me. I am learning to let go of the wolves and become the Dragon Priestess I was always meant to be.

This blog is my monastery. It is where I document the journey from survival to sovereignty—from chasing love to becoming it.

If you have ever felt out of place, or broken, or like you are meant for more than this—you are not alone. You are not crazy. You are just waking up.

Welcome to the fire.