I was raised in a devotee family, immersed in the bhakti yoga tradition from an early age. Through my parents, I was introduced to yogic philosophy, asana practice, and rituals of devotion.
In my early twenties, I found myself in a deep crisis — untethered from my body, my cycles, and any true sense of home within myself. The weight of unresolved trauma, mental health struggles, and recurring health challenges eventually led me back to yoga — not as a practice, but as a lifeline. Through movement, breath, and stillness, I began to peel away layers of conditioning, slowly softening the numbness and disconnection I had carried for so long.
My Story
As my practice deepened, so did my awareness of how profoundly I had been severed from essence. I began to see the threads of disconnection — from my womb, my cycles, and the wisdom of my body. Yet this realization, though painful, became a sacred initiation into the remembrance of the feminine.
The teachings of the feminine revealed what I had always known but forgotten: that healing is not about becoming something new, but returning to what was never lost. It is a reclamation of the body’s cyclical wisdom, an honoring of our innate wholeness. As I learned to trust my body’s unfolding, I began to rediscover belonging — to myself, the earth, and within the great web of life.
At the heart of my work is a deep remembrance — one that I hold for myself and for the women I walk alongside. A remembrance that we are already whole, that nothing outside of us can grant us what we already carry within.
This work is my womb of creation—a space where women can return to themselves, where the layers of forgetting can be unraveled, and where the deep knowing of the body can be reclaimed.
