I fell in love with yoga in Portland, Oregon when I was 16 years old. I was drawn to the artistic, spiritual community. Although a funky town, it felt connected. I felt connected. And connection is the very meaning of yoga!
During my four years at Lewis and Clark College my mat was where I found equilibrium, joy, self-expression and healing.
Instructors such as Elizabeth Mickle Holloway, Lauren Ingram, Diana Hulet, Todd Vogt, and Meaghan Gannet are just a few of the people that I found to be extremely talented and inspirational. With enthusiasm and a desire to advance my practice, I trained in 2009 at The Bhaktishop Yoga Center in Portland. Here is where I have my yoga family roots. It is where the derivation of my one and only tattoo came, yoga tribe pride!
Soon after, I apprenticed with studio director, Lisa Mae Osborne. Oh! How grateful I am for bright and beautiful Lisa Mae! She taught me so very much, including the meaning of “swaha” and the art of teaching. I cannot thank her enough for her dedication to serving the community, for being a steadfast source of knowledge, truth, and courageous inspiration.
Then there was Baptiste Yoga; Baron Baptiste is a teacher who holds space in a way that I have never seen before. His team of assistants is outstanding. My fellow Baptiste yoga trainees at The Catskills (Level 1) and Austin, Texas (Level 2) are yet another source of support and awesomeness. They encouraged the creation of Swaha, the studio of my dreams. They helped identify the strength within me to do so. This life is a journey I prefer to take in good company!
Yoga keeps me rooted in what is true and connected to what is the Source of all things, to the light that is within you that is also within me,