19/03/2026
Today I’ve been reflecting on the seat of the teacher… and the responsibility that comes with it.
Truthfully, this role hasn’t always felt natural to me.
Standing in front of others, speaking, guiding… it is outside of my comfort zone.
And yet, I keep returning here.
Because yoga has been my teacher through all of this.
It has held me, grounded me, and guided me through some of the most challenging times in my life.
With the right guidance, and the wisdom of this ancient practice, it has supported me in healing from my own experiences of trauma.
I have been a student of this practice for most of my life.
Nine years ago, I chose to step into my first teacher training ~ not to teach, but to deepen my own understanding and connection.
And that journey continues.
My home is filled with this practice ~ books stacked in my sacred space, beside my bed, under my bed… it’s something I live and breathe.
Each class, workshop, and retreat I offer is something I spend time with ~ reading, writing, reflecting, embodying.
Much of this journey is deeply personal. Quiet. Ongoing.
When I teach, my intention is not just to guide a physical practice, but to offer an experience.
Weaving in philosophy, mantra, meditation, and breath ~ so it becomes something that can be felt in the whole body mind system.
Because yoga isn’t just what happens on the mat.
The real magic is how it lingers… how it threads into your day, your relationships, your life.
This practice is not mine to hold onto.
It is something I feel deeply honoured to share.
To those who trust me to guide them in this space ~ I don’t take that lightly.
It is a privilege. Always. 🩵