My first encounter with yoga was in 2012. I couldn’t touch my toes, but I was curious. At first, it didn’t stick. Yet over the next few years, I kept finding my way back to it. Now, I see that as the beginning of what has become my heart’s calling.

In 2015, I started attending regular classes in London. I still remember the sense of calm and space that came over me during those 90-minute, breath-led practices. For the first time, my busy, anxious mind could rest. It felt so good. I was also drawn to the physicality of the practice, preferring it to other forms of exercise. It wasn’t until later that I began to understand that yoga offered something much deeper.

As life became more chaotic, I turned to yoga to help guide me back into my body. That’s when I began to uncover its true magic. My curiosity deepened, as did my longing for a new way of living.

I enrolled in my 200-hour yoga teacher training. It was life-changing. I came to understand yoga not just as movement, but as a way of life. I never expected to teach, I was terrified of public speaking, however through the training, I faced that fear head-on. And surprisingly, I found I loved teaching and holding space.

Since then, I’ve remained committed to learning and growing, both as a student and teacher. I’ve taken several further trainings and I am always immersed in books or practices that continue to shape my teaching and self-inquiry. This year, I completed my 300-hour Advanced Teacher Training with High Yoga School which I couldn’t be happier about.

In addition to teaching, I hold space for ceremony and ritual. These gatherings have quickly become some of my most loved work. They offer us a way to connect to that which is sacred in life, to live life more fully and to cultivate awe in the everyday.