My Story

Before the accolades, before the stage lights, before the striving, there was joy.

At five years old, I was choreographing dances in my backyard, building worlds with music and movement.

By fifteen, I was emancipated, living alone, dancing professionally, and performing on national television.

I trained at Juilliard, became a choreographer, and had my work presented across the world.

From the outside, I had arrived. But inside, I was crumbling.

I built my life around being exceptional.

But behind every achievement was a deeper hunger, to prove, to be chosen, to be enough.

I was always performing, on stage and off.
Beneath the polish was exhaustion, disconnection, and a deep sense of unworthiness.

Then my father died. And soon after, I became chronically ill.

I didn’t have the strength to keep going the way I had. I couldn’t perform. I couldn’t produce.

I was forced to stop.

In that stillness, I picked up a Buddhist book and something broke open.

I took refuge with Mingyur Rinpoche and received Nature of Mind teachings. I lived and trained at Land of the Medicine Buddha.

I’ve studied with masters like Lama Lakshey Zangpo, Kalu Rinpoche, and Drubpon Pema Rigdzin.
I’ve sat for hundreds of hours in meditation.
I’ve kept a daily practice for over eight years.

These days, I live differently.

I left the city. I live closer to the land.
I spend my mornings in silence, in practice.

I’ve returned to movement, but no longer as performance.
I dance to pray.
I create to listen.
I teach from what I’ve lived.

And I’ve never been happier.

I work with those standing at thresholds in their lives, the artists, seekers, and sensitive ones who know there is more but can’t yet touch it.

People who feel the weight of perfectionism, disconnection, or grief, and long to transform it into something alive and meaningful.

I work with those navigating life’s biggest passages, love and loss, marriage and separation, money, sex, illness, and death.

Those who want to bring their whole selves to these moments, not just survive them.

I work with the ones who feel fragmented, shut down, or stuck in stories of who they “should” be. The ones who sense their body holds more wisdom than their mind alone. The ones who are ready to reclaim their creativity, pleasure, and power as a path of freedom.

Embodied Ritual Art is the synthesis of everything I’ve lived.

It’s the meeting place of performance and prayer, story and somatics, art and alchemy.

Together, we turn pain into poetry.
We make meaning out of mystery.
We reclaim your story as a sacred work of art.