28/04/2026
there was always something pulling. at sixteen i left my small town. different cities, different studies, different versions of what a life could look like. always with a sense that there was more, somewhere, if i just kept moving.
in my mid twenties i went to australia. a few months in i met someone. it felt immediately real. i applied for a masters to be able to stay. four years of building something that felt like it was finally going somewhere.
then he got offered a job in paris. we went, me and our dog.
paris was harder than i had expected. the outer life felt increasingly difficult to hold. we grew, but in different directions. eventually he ended things.
i was in my early thirties. no job, no home of my own, no money, friends scattered across different countries. i packed two suitcases leaving paris. one for going home. one for bali.
i had signed up for a yoga teacher training. what opened there i am still living from.
i came home and spent months going inward. coaches, body-based practices, communities, anything i could find. then i found a breathwork recording. i lay down, pressed play on something i didn’t fully understand, and felt something move through me that nothing else had reached. i trained as a facilitator the following year.
that was five years ago. since then i have sat with many people in this work. in weekly classes, in workshops and events, in private sessions. what all of that time has given me is harder to name than any training. a kind of presence, maybe. the ability to sense where someone is and meet them there.
what i offer comes from both sides. everything i have sat with in myself, and everything i have been trusted with in others.
i write here from inside the practice. about the kind of change that doesn’t always announce itself. and about my own process.
if any of this resonates, you’re welcome here. here is where you can find me:
weekly classes, blush yoga oslo / workshops, in person in oslo and online / private 1:1, link in bio.