Yogi. Teacher. PhD. Writer. Adventurer. Camper. Meditator. Breast cancer survivor. Motherless mother. Karateka. Libra. Badass Yogi Ninja Girl Monk Mom.
I'm one of those misfits who has rarely felt at home anywhere, but as a yoga teacher, I finally feel like I'm doing what I was meant to do with this life. It's been a very long and winding road to get here. I've got more degrees than I would ever need, I've traveled a fair bit. I have a musical, athletic, gypsy, troubled, sad, adventurous, bookish, multi-cultural, and spiritual past. All of that has led me here. Here to Los Angeles, where I teach yoga, raise my kids, march in protests, and try to connect with people who think it's ok for me to be who I am.
We all have struggles. We all have stress. We all have pain from our past that we carry with us in some way. We all have bodies and minds and hearts that need tending. That's where the yoga comes in.
I come to my mat to replenish my cup – to tap in to the strength, grace, and clarity that lies within, because at some point during the day, I disconnect from it, I get caught up in the busyness and stress of daily life and I forget how beautiful life is, how beautiful and strong I am. A few minutes on my mat, and I remember. It's like magic.
Whatever you've been struggling with, however far away you may seem from believing how perfectly marvelous you are, just as you are now, a regular yoga practice will help you clear through the nonsense and find that strong center.
Start where you are. Whatever you think you want from your yoga practice, be it clarity, focus, release, strength, grace, community, flexibility, balance, inversions, physical challenge, peace, spiritual growth, play, flow, sweat, endurance, quiet, self-acceptance, confidence, or all of the above, come practice with me. You've got this. And I've got you.