My story and my last painting.

A Life Shaped by Art, Struggle, and Spiritual Search

I was raised in France with my two brothers. As the oldest, I naturally became the leader in our little world. My parents were atheists, and although I felt a strong pull toward spirituality from a young age, it wasn’t something welcomed at home. Life there often felt restrictive, with discipline and punishment being the usual response.

School, for me, was difficult—almost unbearable. My grandmother was the headmistress, and because of that, some teachers treated me unfairly. I was often placed at the back of crowded classrooms, unable to see or hear properly. There were around 30 students in each class, which only made things harder.

To cope, I turned inward. At the age of nine, I began writing poetry. It became my refuge. Then, around twelve, my artistic abilities started to emerge, and for the first time, I felt seen—my art teacher encouraged me deeply. I asked my parents to transfer me to an art school, but it took years before that finally happened.

Eventually, I entered the École Supérieure des Arts Décoratifs in Paris, and later the Beaux-Arts. I studied there for four years, then continued my training in Italy. Later still, I went to India to study the transcendental proportions of divine forms.

While in Paris, I spent time at the American Center, where I met an actor who eventually took me to Canada. I lived in Montreal for three years, then returned to Paris in 1972—where I met my guru, a turning point in my life.

Years earlier, at sixteen, I had a profound inner experience while practicing automatic writing. In that state, I wrote about a past life and what felt like my true purpose. I kept that writing for years. It took time—until about twenty-two—to begin truly aligning my life with that deeper calling. From the age of twenty-three, I committed seriously to Bhakti Yoga, and I have stayed on that path ever since.

Along the way, I met remarkable people—empaths, mystics, and individuals deeply dedicated to serving others. I also traveled to places that carried a strong spiritual presence.

At the same time, I lived a full family life. I married and had three children, whom I homeschooled all the way through to university. It wasn’t always easy—especially teaching reading with my French accent. My first child didn’t read fluently until age seven, but I kept learning and improving. By the time I taught my second child, they were reading at three. I came to understand that each child learns differently—some independently, some socially, some academically, some spiritually. I focused on teaching them French and art—my strongest areas—and most importantly, building a close relationship with them. To this day, we remain very close, and I am proud of each of them.

In the 1990s, my husband and I started an ashram in South India. That period was extremely challenging. I was in a foreign country with three children and very little support. We started with nothing—living in tents at first—then slowly built huts and eventually a house. But in the end, everything we had was taken from us.

After separating from my husband, I continued forward with my son, who was also practicing Bhakti. After many ups and downs, we eventually settled in an ashram in Vrindavan, where I built an art studio.

Art has always been a constant in my life. I have sold many paintings over the years, and eventually chose to dedicate myself fully to spiritual subjects.

My path continues to grow—steadier and deeper with time. Life has taught me a great deal, and I feel a strong desire to share what I’ve learned with those who are open to it.

Of course, communicating online—through platforms like Skool—has its limits. Nothing replaces real human presence. Still, it is a bridge, and sometimes, a meaningful one.

I am now 75 years old. So if you feel drawn to learn about Bhakti Yoga… don’t wait too long. 🤫

My last painting in progress: You can see it on my website soon. My website is mentioned on my profile.

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