Origin Story

I often get asked how long I have been doing yoga.  The truth is, not too long. But as a wee little lass, I did take ballet for several years.  I do believe that was the beginning of not only my body's physical development into strength and flexibility, but also body awareness.

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It was in ballet that I first felt the joy and freedom of movement and expression. From there, I dabbled in gymnastics and ice skating, though never excelled at either.  I, regrettably, quit ballet at a young age and never fell in love with my body's abilities until I found yoga as an adult. And not even the first few years of sessions.

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I was dragged to my very first yoga class in college.  And while I felt awkward, and didn't think it was something for me, or that I would ever enjoy it, I could not deny the ineffable shift in perspective as I left that fateful class.  My vision was clearer, the sky was bluer.  I was lighter, happier.  Given that I was brought to yoga after it being suggested for my anxiety and depression, this was a rather surprising after effect.

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I didn't go back for a long time.  And in the 9 years that followed, I probably only took a handful of classes.  It wasn't until I found a community within a studio close to home that I dedicated myself to my practice.  I was soon after strong-armed into doing Teacher Training, though much to the chagrin of my studio owner, maintained that I would only use the training to deepen my own practice-- I would never teach.

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That would turn out to be a lie :)

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But in my mindset at the time, yoga was a very selfish part of my life. It was mine and mine alone.  My yoga mat had become my best friend, my boyfriend, my therapist, my church, my mirror.  And besides, who was I? Who was I, a little idiot with a fear of public speaking and crippling imposter syndrome, who was I to stand in front of a room of adults and persuade them I knew something-- anything-- they didn't?  No, no, that was not my place.  My place was in the back of the room.  Focused. Breathing. Dying. Endlessly, repeatedly, exquisitely. My place was within. Until it wasn't.

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I now cannot imagine my life not teaching.  It is truly the thing in my life that I love most. Let me share that love with you.

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