In my younger years, dance was my outlet. Jazz, ballet, modern, African, Bollywood, hip hop, you name it. Moving my body was my outlet and made me feel at peace. As I grew and became more reflective and introspective, I realized that I no longer enjoyed the spotlight and eventually stopped performing. Slowly yoga began to find it’s way into my life, taking the place of dance. A yoga video game, a friend inviting me out to try this “hot-yoga- thing-where- you-feel- like-your- skin-is- going-to- slide-off- of-your- bones”, a weekly class in my condo. Without realizing it, yoga took hold in my life. It grew roots into my very soul and became the foundation of who I am. It became my go-to when I needed to find calm and balance. It was what I turned to when making the huge decision to quit my job, leave my friends and family and move to Peru to teach.
After living and working in a small desert town in northern Peru, Talara, I decided to move to Lima for a few months. The synchronicity of the universe never ceases to amaze me. There was a yoga teacher training happening in Lima not far from where I planned to live. I’m usually an obsessive planner/researcher, but in my heart of hearts, I knew that this what I needed to do. I had always wanted to pursue a teacher training, and I knew that this was the time. And was it ever the right decision! Each day of the training, each moment, I felt alive and exhilarated. Like I was exactly where I needed to be in that moment. Like I just lifted up my entire life and planted it on the right track. I knew my life would never be the same again. And it hasn’t – for all of the right reasons. I came home and built a business, a community and a family and I have the practice of yoga and all who came before me and supported me along the way to thank for that. I have not once looked back. The path of yoga is one of deliciously beautiful growth and transformation and I cannot wait to see what else is in store.