In the fall of 2014 I was struggling, badly. I was going through a devastating break-up, my role at my job was changing, family issues were popping up, and a few of my closest San Diego friends were moving out of the state.
I was breaking down, numb inside, and depressed. I didn't know how to deal with all these changes and shifts in my life.
I started attending yoga classes because it was a safe space for me. A place I could go to cry, to feel, to release all the shoved-down emotions that screamed inside of me.
A friend suggested I take a 200-hour yoga teacher training. After some consideration, I thought it would be something healthy to fill my time, a space where I could learn a few new tricks for my physical practice, maybe float into that ever elusive handstand? Well, that journey of teacher training led me into teaching. I have come to regard yoga as a spiritual practice, with so much information surrounding the practice I know I can't master everything in this lifetime.
Since that first 200-hour training I have embarked on a 300-hour training, which I completed in November 2017, and have delved into teaching Vinyasa, Yoga Nidra, Meditation, Yin, and Deep Stretch and Restore practices.
Yoga humbles me, it makes me believe in a power beyond myself, something worth exploring and experiencing. I hope from my classes students leave feeling just a tiny nugget of this vast realm, their expansive conscious connection to each other and the universe. If not I hope to at least create a space where they feel safe in exploring whatever is happening inside themselves. Or, just a safe space to once more try to get into that darn handstand!
