Coach, Counsellor and Wellness Teacher

I’m Renu and my aim is to empower others to heal physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually to create positive and  tangible shifts in their lives. I have over seven years of coaching/ counselling experience in this field. I offer a holistic blend of scientific/psychological/spiritual approaches tailored to each client’s needs. 

My other passion is for words, especially words that come from the deepest places within us. I love words that speak truth, that connect people, and that invoke the searching quality we all have within us. So I invite you to read my blogs  – my “soul thoughts” – as a conversation, a place where you can connect to yourself and others, a place where you can explore your deepest questions.


For years, all I did was fear getting older as stories built up in my body. More important than being told, stories deserve to breathe. Only then can they be set free; only then can they wander off like loose clouds to create space for new ones. Forgiveness is just that.

These stories – we all have them. We keep them in our pockets until the paper crinkles and thins into nothing, and the words all bleed and weep everywhere. Then we write them down again, slightly differently, embellishing certain parts, and read them out at parties or into empty gin bottles that echo in the night. But we forget to say, even to ourselves, what it was that actually broke us. Because we don’t know. We don’t know if it was just one big event, a series of tiny disappointments, or a gesture from 1996. It could have been so many things. Fear sets in through the realization that we don’t really know ourselves. But it’s there for us, when we’re ready to look it in the eye and greet its messy face –  its wrinkles, its edges. We mustn’t try to force it all to leave. It can’t – certainly not all at once.

excerpt from THE COLOUR OF SNOW by Renu



“Renu nailed, within two sessions, how my thought patterns affect my behaviour, and how to change emotional reactions in my body.”



‘Renu has a magic way of uncovering truths and past hurts that are buried so deep down I forgot they were even there. Working with Renu has been life changing.’

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The stories we tell

For years, all I did was fear getting older as stories built up in my body. More important than being told, stories deserve to breathe. Only then can they be set free; only then can they wander off like loose clouds to create space for new ones. Forgiveness is just that.

These stories – we all have them. We keep them in our pockets until the paper crinkles and thins into nothing, and the words all bleed and weep everywhere. Then we write them down again, slightly differently, embellishing certain parts, and read them out at parties or into empty gin bottles that echo in the night. But we forget to say, even to ourselves, what it was that actually broke us. Because we don’t know. We don’t know if it was just one big event, a series of tiny disappointments, or a gesture from 1996. It could have been so many things. Fear sets in through the realization that we don’t really know ourselves. But it’s there for us, when we’re ready to look it in the eye and greet its messy face – its wrinkles, its edges. We mustn’t try to force it all to leave. It can’t – certainly not all at once.

excerpt from THE COLOUR OF SNOW by Renu

Renu: Coach, Counsellor and Wellness Teacher

For years, all I did was fear getting older as stories built up in my body. More important than being told, stories deserve to breathe. Only then can they be set free; only then can they wander off like loose clouds to create space for new ones. Forgiveness is just that.

These stories – we all have them. We keep them in our pockets until the paper crinkles and thins into nothing, and the words all bleed and weep everywhere. Then we write them down again, slightly differently, embellishing certain parts, and read them out at parties or into empty gin bottles that echo in the night. But we forget to say, even to ourselves, what it was that actually broke us. Because we don’t know. We don’t know if it was just one big event, a series of tiny disappointments, or a gesture from 1996. It could have been so many things. Fear sets in through the realization that we don’t really know ourselves. But it’s there for us, when we’re ready to look it in the eye and greet its messy face – its wrinkles, its edges. We mustn’t try to force it all to leave. It can’t – certainly not all at once.

excerpt from THE COLOUR OF SNOW by Renu

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