HELLO

My Story

​

A Life Woven with  Healing

​

Healing has never been something I stumbled upon.  It has been the thread woven through my life since the beginning.  Long before I ever studied Ayurveda, I was living its truth without knowing its name.  As a young mother raising four children, I learned the language of the body through intuition the way emotions speak through fevers, how heartbreak lives in the lungs, and how laughter can shift an entire day's energy.  Through those years, I discovered what my soul already knew.  The body and emotions are not separate; they are dancers in the same rhythm.  When the heart is burdened, the body will whisper.  When the spirit is nourished, the body will heal.  Even amidst the intensity of motherhood - the sleepless nights, the balancing of work, the endless giving - I could feel life preparing me for something deeper.  Ayurveda was already moving through me like an underground river, waiting for its time to rise to the surface.

​

The Early Remembering

​

From the beginning, I was drawn to the pulse beneath things - to the breath between words, the silence that heals more than sound.  Even as a child, I would listen to the trees, mix herbs and petals in bowls of rainwater,  and feel the Earth speaking through my hands.  In childhood, when shadows fell and the heart felt unseen, a small ember of remembrance stayed alive.  It whispered: You are not what has happened to you.  Those early storms were not punishments - they were invitations to build the foundation of resilience.  Each ache carved a deeper vessel for empathy.

​​

​

The Artist and the Mother

​

As I grew, I painted my way through life - through art, imagery, and photography.  Translating the invisible into form.  I was learning the architecture of light, the way the divine reveals itself in faces, in landscapes, in fleeting seconds of beauty.  Art became my medicine - the bridge between worlds.  Through the lens, I studied humanity, emotion, and grace, until the camera itself became a mirror for my own inner journey.  Motherhood became my greatest canvas.  My children were my teachers- their laughter, my mantra; their tears, my sutra.  Through them, I learned the rhythm of compassion, the alchemy of patience, the medicine of unconditional love.

​​

​

The Path of Refinement

​

I was not born into ease - I was born into initiation.  From my earliest memories, life seemed to ask everything of me:  courage when I was afraid, compassion when I was wounded, surrender when I wanted control.  And yet, through each loss, each upheaval, and each ending that tore through my world,  I came to understand what the soul had been whispering all along - that these were not punishments.  They were refinements.  I have known the ache of abandonment and the silence of grief.  I have walked through the fire of betrayal, the storm of uncertainty, and the loneliness that comes when old worlds collapse.  But I have also felt the pulse of the Earth under my bare feet,  the tenderness of a child's laugh,  the way love still blooms even in the ashes.  Each season has been an initiation -  into resilience, grace, forgiveness, surrender, and truth.

​​

​

The Deepening of Study

​

When the time was right - when my children had grown and the call could no longer be

quieted-I journeyed to study under Dr. Vasant Lad, immersing myself in the timeless teachings of Ayurveda.  There, I found language for what my heart had always known.  Every imbalance is a call for harmony. Every symptom is a message.  Every human being carries within them the intelligence to heal.  began to see life itself as a classroom.  Every experience, no matter how painful, a teacher.
My own body became the textbook, my emotions the pages, my breath the mantra.  Slowly, I began to unravel not just the causes of suffering,  but the beauty woven within it - the way it births compassion, depth, and wisdom that cannot be learned in books.

​​

​

The Integration and the Offering

​

Now, I walk as both student and teacher.  My work, through Mataji Ayurvedic Healing, is not about perfection - it is about remembrance.  I help others soften into their humanity, reconnect with their truth, and awaken to the joy that waits beyond self-judgment and fear.  I believe healing is an act of courage.  It requires us to face what we once ran from, to forgive what we thought we never could, and to open to love again - fully, wildly, and without condition.  I am living proof that even the most shattered hearts can become vessels of light.  That joy is not found in avoiding the darkness, but in learning to carry it with grace.  That surrender is not defeat - it is freedom.  This is who I am:   A mother. A healer. A truth-seeker. A lover of humanity.  A woman who has walked through her own ashes and learned to rise - again and again - radiant and unbroken.