I found Yoga with devotion and discipline…

when my beautiful son was 7 years old. For some mothers and certainly in my case, these pockets of time started to open up more and more like clouds in the sky as he got older. I found yoga seriously when my heart had been moulded into that of a mother. I woke up one day and realized I could choose to buy into the culture of drinking wine to cope with having a family or I could go against that grain and do something different. I thought maybe I could try this hot yoga thing that had been whispering my name for 18 months. I tiptoed around their website waiting for the right day to get my intro package, combing through every excuse in my head as to why this practice was selfish and nuts. One August afternoon, I stepped onto the mat at Harvest Yoga Studio, and I was ready. My first discipline was Hot 26&2. It was revolutionary to be scripted and cued through 90 minutes where I didn’t have to make a decision in the world. As a mother and a householder, the world weight lifted of my obsessively controlling shoulders the first time. I burned through 300 classes my first year. I took my first yoga teacher training 9 months after my daily practice began.

In hindsight, I’m half certain and half wonder if deep down I knew the path would overtake that present definition of reality. Everything changed. Everything upended. It was perfect.

The ability to hold and sit with peace is one of my proudest superpowers because I vividly remember being that terrified, anxious, unlovable 19 year old ditching savasana. And I am absolutely positive that if I can find peace or benefit from this breath based movement, anyone can.

TL:DR: Like all of the best things and miracles in my life, it happened by “accident”, happenstance, ignorance, t-boned. Shrouded in a veil of surprise, knowingness, truth, love.