Yoga practice began for me 10 years ago, in a little community hall in the Slocan Valley, British Columbia. Our teacher was a student of Pattabhi Jois. I ground my way through the Primary series. The teacher called me “rebar girl” because I didn’t bend, which made me try even harder. It was painful and fun and made me feel great all at the same time. The years went by and it morphed into something with a little more grace.

I studied at the Salt Spring Center of Yoga, and began Ashtanga in the lineage of Baba Hari Dass. The eight-limbed system of Patanjali gave me a road map for practice and life.

The next chapter was Anusara with Judith Roth and recently Noah Maze. This alignment-based approach gave me the tools for my practice to flow into the optimum blueprint for physical strength and stability and organic energy movement.

Most recently I have been studying Kundalini as taught by Yogi Bhajan. I am enjoying the focus on pranayama, chant, and meditation that this practice involves. The fierce yet compassionate lessons from this lineage continue to teach and humble me.

All of these teachings, words of the Sufis, Buddhists, and Native American teachers, all mixed into the cauldron of my life experience have simmered and cooked me into the teacher that I am today.

I share my days with Peter, my rock and light. We have a sweet little farm near a slow moving river, with horses and dogs, and a garden the size of Texas.