From the age of 14, I immersed myself in the vibrant, demanding world of hospitality — beginning with peeling potatoes and waiting tables, and rising through the ranks to eventually become an Operations Director for an independent restaurant company.

While I loved the creativity and connection that food offered, the pace was relentless. I was constantly stressed, disconnected from my body, and teetering on the edge of burnout. I often wish I had discovered the grounding power of yoga and ritual back then.

Everything shifted when I left it all behind to join my first great love in the wilds of Canada. We embraced a simpler life among lakes, forests, mountains — and the quiet rhythm of nature. It was there, in the silence of the seasons, that I began to heal. I learned to live in tune with the earth, to slow down, and to find nourishment in simplicity — lessons gently taught by the land and by my partner.

Around that time, I discovered a local yoga class and began attending weekly. What began as curiosity soon became devotion. Yoga became a daily ritual — a lifeline and a homecoming.

When my beloved was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I shared the basic relaxation practices I had learned with him. Though skeptical at first, he eventually found comfort in the stillness. These simple, sacred tools supported us both through an unimaginable time.



My journey through grief, wilderness, and the steady unfolding of practice revealed to me the true heart of yoga: resilience, presence, and deep connection. It’s this spirit I now bring into my teaching — inviting you to explore not just movement, but meaning; not just poses, but presence; not just discipline, but devotion.