01/04/2026
For the past 8 years, I have walked the path of grief after losing my beautiful husband, Adrian… though most of us knew him as Davo.
Davo was loud, funny, sometimes annoying, deeply kind, and the kind of person who would do anything for anyone. We shared 21 years together, 13 of those married. When he passed, my world turned completely upside down. I felt broken in ways I didn’t have words for.
Driving home tonight after teaching a beautiful yin class, I found myself reflecting on these past 8 years and how much has changed within me. In those early years, the grief was heavy… dark clouds that felt like they would never lift.
Yoga became my anchor. Back then, my practice needed to be fast and strong. I couldn’t sit in stillness, it was too much. I needed movement, I needed breath, I needed something to quiet the noise in my mind. And slowly, through that connection to breath and body, I found moments of peace.
Now, my practice looks very different. These days, I lean into stillness. I still connect to my breath and my body, but with a softness that I once couldn’t access.
We all move through seasons in life. There are moments where we feel so broken, so lost, that it’s hard to believe anything will ever feel light again. It can feel like the darkness is permanent.
I’m here to gently remind you… it’s not forever. The pain may still visit, the dark moments may still come, but so will the light. There will be moments of deep love, connection, and joy again.
The darkness does not stay. The light always finds a way through.
Sometimes, all it takes is the courage to take one small step forward and trust that something beautiful is waiting just around the corner 🤍
