A Path of Light. A Life in Vibration.
Welcome to my world - sound, presence and purpose.
About Eunice

My Journey
My path began in the vibrant rhythm of Hong Kong — a city of creativity, ambition, and constant movement.
I studied architecture, captivated by space, form, and the invisible energy within structures. Later, as an entrepreneur, I followed that same creative thread into building something of my own.
But it was in Hong Kong that I first encountered the Alchemy Crystal Singing Bowls — and something shifted. Their resonance reached me in a place beyond thought. That moment opened a new path, one I didn’t yet have words for — only a deep yes.
When I moved to Southern France, the pace softened. The space widened. And into that stillness came the invitation to go deeper. During the quiet of the pandemic, my sister and I co-founded Crystal Bowl of Light — a shared dream, rooted in sound, healing, and sacred connection.
Yoga, a longtime companion, wove itself more fully into my life. And slowly, what began as a personal healing practice became a transmission — a path of teaching, guiding, and sharing the tools that helped me remember who I am.
As I deepened, I began to guide others.
And in doing so, I discovered: I wasn’t just offering sound or space.
I was offering a return to the Self — to what has always been within.

The Bowl of Light
In Hawaiian tradition, each person is said to be born with a bowl of light — a vessel of pure energy, wisdom, and essence.
As we move through life, we gather stones which dim our light— burdens, fears, expectations — but the light remains. Always.
This metaphor lives at the heart of my work.
Sound, voice, and deep listening were the first tools that opened the door.
They’ve been my teachers. My compass. My return path.
These are the tools I come back to again and again — not just to share healing, but to express truth.
To speak from the soul.
To hold space where others can hear their own voice again.
Over the years, sound journeys led to trainings, and trainings led to teachings. But the thread is always the same: presence, resonance, remembrance.
The voice we reclaim isn’t always spoken.
Sometimes it sings, sometimes it moves, sometimes it simply listens.
But it always tells the truth.
