It all started with short YouTube videos in my college bedroom. Nothing ambitious, just something I could commit to. But I kept coming back, and slowly I could feel a shift. I felt a quiet excitement, I didn't want to stop. That consistency was the first I had ever found in a movement practice. Then I moved to Boston, into a job that gave me so much anxiety, and the practice became something else entirely. I found my way to a studio around the corner from my apartment. I was there every day. And when I was there, I felt like maybe everything would be okay.

It was my teacher, Meredith Wadsworth, who first made me see that this could be more than something I did to feel better. She inspired me to do a training. So I quit my job and booked a one way ticket to Bali. There was a quiet whisper, subtle and sure, that said: just go, and see, and there you will find everything you need.

That decision led to a year beyond my wildest imagination. Teaching on a remote island in the Philippines, a second training in Portugal, community beach meditation on Fishers Island, a residency at a retreat center in New Zealand, two trips to India, working with people from their 20’s to their 80’s, and eventually mentoring teacher trainees on the same program I had taken myself.

I want to tell you something about who I was before all of that.

I was not a natural mover. I was the kid who tried every sport and hated them all. I came to this practice disconnected from my body, not at home in it. Through yoga I found my way in. I built strength and capacity I never knew was possible. I found space in my mind, fell back in love with learning, and discovered a practice I can turn to no matter what. And when I found the breath, everything deepened.

The breath is the throughline of everything I teach. It is the body's best kept secret. It is free, always available, and entirely ours. There is something mystical & magical about it. You can either spend your life breathing on autopilot, or you can discover that the breath is a doorway. Once I walked through it, I knew I would spend the rest of my life helping others find it too.

I completed my 200-hour and 300-hour trainings with The Sacred Fig. The teachers I studied with, Anton Brandt, Tony Lupinacci, Grace Dubery, and more showed me what it looks like to be a true student, even after decades of practice. I carry that with me. I am a student first and I hope that never changes.

These are not my teachings. Yoga is an ancient wisdom tradition, thousands of years in the making, passed down through an unbroken lineage of teachers and seekers. I am not the source of this knowledge — I am its translator and a guide. That responsibility is something I hold with deep gratitude and humility.

My teaching is precise, every word chosen carefully because language shapes experience. No hierarchy, no standard to meet, no version of you required before you are welcome. I teach asana, pranayama, kriya and meditation with yogic philosophy woven throughout.

If you have ever felt like movement spaces weren't made for you, this one is. 

In me you will find a guide who has been where uncertainty lives, who took the leap anyway, and found that the practice holds you if you let it.

This is yoga as refuge. As agency. As a transformational practice.