My Yoga Story…
Looking back it was a pretty progressive PE class for its time and place... Over the following decades, I would combine self-study and the stewardship of a variety of yoga teachers to deepen my practice and understanding of what yoga is and can be. Sometimes my practice was in a studio, and sometimes it was in my bedroom after putting my toddler to sleep, with a dog underfoot and my teacher confined to an instructional video on a laptop. Once, very memorably, it was on a rooftop in Jaipur, and at some point it also became a practice I could fill a bookshelf with, as I taught myself yoga philosophy.
During the pandemic, I sought out yoga classes outdoors for both my daughter and I. “Belly breathe…” my then eight year old would sometimes remind me, a mantra during those uncertain times.
By then my yoga practice was strong and steady, and I considered going to India to train to become a teacher. Life had other plans though, when a hiking accident rendered me dizzy any time I looked in a given direction too quickly, and unable to set any weight on my left knee, for nearly a year. My yoga teacher at that time suggested chair yoga. I was 33 and humbled. On some level it sounded embarrassing, and on another, I wanted to hold onto this practice that meant so much to me, whatever the form. I am grateful to have listened to her, as my understanding of what yoga could be and could do for people expanded yet again
My Teaching Philosophy…
The beautiful thing about yoga, to me, is that as with any practice, you’re never quite finished with it. There is always more to learn, there is always more your practice can teach you. It’s not something you can perfect, (a fact I find quite comforting!) It really is a lifetime practice. Lately I have been focused on the essence of embodiment, what that means, how that echoes through my life. I have been focused on resilience, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I think a lot about longevity and aging well. I joke with family and friends that yoga is the answer to everything, but in truth, I do feel passionate about sharing this practice that has enriched my life so much.
I believe yoga can be for everybody and every body, at every stage and phase of life. As a teacher, my hope is to provide a container for students to explore a practice that is sustainable, accessible, and encourages growth.
My personal yoga philosophy is that yoga is a practice of integration: body, mind and spirit. On our mats, we can find
mobility, flexibility, balance, and strength in the physical body
we can re-wire our nervous systems to find calm within ourselves
we can shake up our patterns of thinking and learn to see ourselves and others with compassion
we can begin to recognize the pauses between our actions, the places where we get to make choices about what we do next
We can take these lessons off the mat and feel the effects ripple through our daily lives and relationships with others. Ultimately, I think yoga is a practice of wellness for the whole self.
If you are looking to begin or continue your own yoga story, it would be my pleasure to join you on that journey. Check here for where you can find upcoming classes, or feel free to reach out for information on private lessons. <3
When I was 16, a young, forward-thinking teacher at my rural high school offered a trimester long yoga and pilates class. Always more artist than athlete, and eager to fulfill a PE credit that didn’t include trying to become invisible during dodgeball, I registered for it. “I like stretching…” I thought, “I think yoga is a lot of stretching…”
Our teacher was enthusiastic. Every other day she ran us through poses named for animals and shapes and greetings to the sun, to the same Pure Moods CD, whose opening track I can summon even now, 20+ years later. There in the grey multi-purpose room, where we folded and twisted and surprised ourselves with our burgeoning arm strength, yoga was one of many paths to physical fitness. Few clues existed that yoga may also be a practice for the mind, except for one: Savasana.
“Corpse Pose!” Somewhat scandalously named, and even more scandalous seeming to practice. Lie on your back and pretend you’re dead? For a grade? I don’t remember talking about breathing or meditation or quieting the mind or mindfulness… The goal was to simply relax every muscle in your body. However, something about this must have instinctively clicked in my chronically stressed teenage brain. A slowing down, a loosening… Completely sanctioned and not considered lazy… The soothing calm that followed. I remember lying on my bed at home, framing it for myself as an experiment to see if I could achieve this same effect anywhere.