You could say that I’ve always followed the pull of something sacred, wild, and in rhythm with the unseen.

Since I was quite young, I have been fascinated by energy, healing, holistic living, and devotion. I was the snuggler in the family, the one who loved to be held close,

the one who loved to love...

At age 16, in the Philly suburbs, I rolled out a yoga mat in my high school gym class, and something significant changed.

At 18, I moved to an Ashram in California to immerse myself in Yoga.

It was there that I was introduced to Kirtan (devotional mantra chanting) and these ancient sounds were instantly remembered.

A part of me knew these mantras as if I had always carried them: their cadence, their frequency, their power, their sacredness.

At 20, I booked a one-way ticket to India, guided by my indescribable love for chanting and Vedic culture.

By 22, I was immersed in mantra, traveling with Bhagavan Das, (yogi and mystic), and chanting across continents.

I was an avid knitter in those days too, briefly working at a local yarn shop before I left to begin what became my life on the Bhakti trail.

It was also around age 16 that I met David Newman, founder of Yoga on Main, a yoga studio and community hub in Philadelphia.

What began as friendship between us eventually evolved into a deeper relationship, a musical partnership, a marriage, and a life together steeped in devotion.

For decades we traveled the world offering ecstatic, heart-opening concerts, inspiring a global community of mantra lovers and spiritual seekers, and living a life sourced from unconditional love.

Mantra and percussion were my passions...

and ultimately, my sacred offerings.

From living room chanting to touring with spiritual teachers, potlucks to penthouses, my path was designed by trust, presence, and love.

At 33, I became a Mama to Tulsi Magdalena. Her presence truly lit up my life, and her magic and stage appearances illuminated hearts around the world.

David and I recorded many albums together, traveled to small towns, large festivals, global stages... and were foundational voices in the Yoga and Conscious Music community.

Some years later, David and I transitioned out of our marriage as gracefully as we had stepped into it... remaining best friends, co-parents, musical partners, and beloveds.

In 2022, we moved to Asheville, NC... separately, yet together.

We were a family.

The mountains became my sanctuary. Life in the countryside was a salve after more recent years of global intensity and some personal health challenges.

And then...

I was asked to walk straight into the fire... into the deepest initiation of my life.

In 2024, David was abruptly diagnosed with brain cancer... and died just five weeks later... two weeks shy of our daughter’s 13th birthday.

Nothing could have prepared me for this...
and yet, in many ways, my entire life had.

Still, those 5 weeks created a line in the sand.

Though love lives forever, the loss is massive.

The expansion required to be present, to process, and to parent through such immense transformation has reshaped me.

It has deepened in me what it means to live the path of the human + the holy.

To live like the wind, and the rock.

Life these days has me grieving, mothering, singing, writing, listening, serving...
Holding space.
Living truth.
Mentoring.
Guiding.
Loving.

And offering sanctuary to those navigating their own seasons of loss, change, and awakening on the heart-led path.

I never imagined this would be part of my story.

Yet here I am, age 47,

growing with grief,

parenting through loss,

and still devoted to the sacred.

As Ram Dass said, “We’re all just walking each other home.”

Infinite Love,