Release what no longer serves.

Reclaim what still lives within.

ᚠ ᚢ ᚦ ᚨ ᚱ ᚲ ᚷ ᚹ ᚺ ᚾ ᛁ ᛃ ᛇ ᛈ ᛉ ᛋ ᛏ ᛒ ᛖ ᛗ ᛚ ᛜ ᛞ ᛟ

ᚠ ᚢ ᚦ ᚨ ᚱ ᚲ ᚷ ᚹ ᚺ ᚾ ᛁ ᛃ ᛇ ᛈ ᛉ ᛋ ᛏ ᛒ ᛖ ᛗ ᛚ ᛜ ᛞ ᛟ

A woman in a black dress with red and orange embroidery sits in a lush, green forest surrounded by tall trees and dense foliage, with sunlight filtering through the canopy above.

Wayfinder. Völva. Weaver of the Forgotten Threads.

I am Minna. I do not walk only one path—I walk between them. Between lifetimes and lineages, body and spirit, grief and grace.

In the old Norse tradition, the Völva was the seeress, the songkeeper, the healer—one who travelled between worlds, carrying prophecy in her voice and ancestral wisdom in her bones.

After many initiations through fire, I walk this path now, as I have before—not to recreate the past, but to remember forward. To weave the old with the new. To reclaim what still lives in our breath, our blood, and the spaces between.

I listen for what wants to be remembered—and help others return to the threads that have always been theirs.

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Lineages & Traditions Remembered

I do not carry a single story—I carry many. Some flow in the blood. Some are etched in bone. Others arrive in dreams, in past-life recall, in silence, in sound.

They are not held through title, but through time. Not borrowed—remembered. Embodied in each step, in each breath I take.

These traditions shape how I see, how I speak, how I serve— not as doctrine, but as relationship.

I walk between North and South— as a weaver of remembrance. The Norse live in my blood. The South speaks through the land. What was once fragmented is now being rethreaded—gently, through this work. These traditions are not boxes. They are breath. They are not claimed. They are remembered. I do not speak for them.

I walk beside them—in reverence and in honour.

Tools that live in my hands

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For over two decades, I’ve listened to the body— not to fix, but to witness. To feel. To reweave. To meet what the mind forgets but the fascia remembers. The fascia—our connective tissue—is where deep memory lives. Grief, trauma, ancestral stories, soul patterning— all held quietly in the body, waiting for breath, sound, and presence to move them.

This is the foundation of my work: a sacred conversation between body and soul. Whether we meet online or in person, this language remains central.

Sometimes it speaks through fascia. Sometimes through vibration, voice, or stillness. But always through remembering. I work with living intelligences—runes, sound, spirit— not as tools, but as collaborators. Together, we reweave what has been held, hidden, or forgotten.

My practice is grounded in over 20 years of bodywork and healing. Each modality has shaped the way I listen— to the breath, the body, and what lives beyond words. This is not only a fusion. This is a lineage of care. Held in the body. Spoken through the soul.

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Remedial Massage · Structural Alignment · Lymphatic Drainage · Reflexology · Myofascial Release · Dry Needling (TCM) · Cupping · Moxibustion · Neuromuscular Therapy · Emmett Technique · Aromatherapy · Reiki · Shamanic Training · rune healing

A Safe Return to Self

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This is not healing as performance. This is healing as deep witnessing and remembering. No two sessions are alike. No two stories are the same. No two returns follow the same path.

This work is not prescriptive. It is relational. Spiral. Fluid. Nothing is forced. Everything is invited. You are met where you are—in breath, in timing, in truth.

I don’t promise certainty. I promise space. To soften. To be felt. To come home. If something in your bones is stirring— you are not imagining it. You are remembering.

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join the weave :

join the weave :

Join our mailing circle or reach out—whether you feel called to share, seek, or simply be in quiet conversation. The threads are already weaving.

Minna x

Let’s stay connected

By Appointment
Monday–Friday: 9am–4pm

Phone
+61 433 959 952

Email
hello@revolvawayfinding.com

Location
Maleny, Gubbi Gubbi Country, QUEENSLAND, AUSTRALIA