It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
My voice has been with me since the beginning. I was seven when I first stepped onto a stage, and by twelve, I was immersed in musical theatre training with the London Royal Academy of Music. I stayed with them for five years, learning not just how to sing—but how to feel, how to express, how to be inside sound. I graduated with honours, but the true gift was something much quieter: a deepening connection with the essence of voice.
In Victoria, I joined large stage ensembles, and later became the lead singer of a heavy metal band. It was wild, fun, and full of fire—but something in me knew it wasn’t where I was meant to stay. So I let it go, packed up my stories, and followed the rhythm north.
As I grew, so did my exploration. I studied with master teachers in pop and contemporary styles, and sang in folk and indie bands across the UK. Each experience shaped me—refining my tone, strengthening my spirit, guiding me into new parts of myself. Eventually, music helped me make my way to Australia. I travelled through its vast and sacred landscapes, writing songs with the earth, busking in small towns, sharing my voice wherever I felt called.
As I grew, so did my exploration. I studied with master teachers in pop and contemporary styles, and sang in folk and indie bands across the UK. Each experience shaped me—refining my tone, strengthening my spirit, guiding me into new parts of myself. Eventually, music helped me make my way to Australia. I travelled through its vast and sacred landscapes, writing songs with the earth, busking in small towns, sharing my voice wherever I felt called.
In Victoria, I joined large stage ensembles, and later became the lead singer of a heavy metal band. It was wild, fun, and full of fire—but something in me knew it wasn’t where I was meant to stay. So I let it go, packed up my stories, and followed the rhythm north.
On the Sunshine Coast, I found myself working at one of the country’s most respected health retreats. Before long, they discovered my voice—and asked me to sing for their guests. I began offering sound journeys, guiding people into deep rest, weaving tones and intention to soothe and soften. In those quiet rooms, I felt a shift. Something opened. Something remembered.
From that point on, I made a conscious choice: no more pubs, no more clubs. I would only offer my voice in devotion—in spaces that felt true. And so I began singing at markets, gatherings, women’s circles, sound healings, and eventually through Mauna Mantra.
Mantra came into my life like a long-lost language. The first time I sat in kirtan, something stirred in my chest—an ache, a remembering. I kept going, seeking out gatherings, sitting in the vibration, letting the music unravel me.
It was in one of those circles that I met Ribhu. I was on the harmonium, he was playing djembe across the room—and we just locked in. We couldn’t stop. The rhythm between us grew into something deeper. He is now my beloved, and he plays tabla alongside me in Mauna. Together we offer our devotion through sound—rooted in music, guided by spirit, growing in love.
My voice has always been a gift, yes—but it’s also been a practice, a discipline, a relationship I return to every single day. It grounds me. It lifts me. It brings me back to myself when I feel far away. It reminds me of God. I sing to feel, to heal, to remember. And I never take that for granted.
This path has given me so much. And it’s an honour to now offer what I’ve gathered—to support others in reconnecting with the truth and vibration of their voice. Thank you for receiving my story. I hope, in some small way, it helps you come home to your own.