It was a hot and sticky day in New York City when I meandered out of the sun and into my first soothing, quiet yoga class on St. Marks Place. That was nearly 30 years ago and I haven't looked back. Never an athlete by choice or by natural ability, my body rejoiced by getting stronger. My mind eased with clarity and my smile widens still to this day from a devoted practice. The craziness of living in NYC, staying happily married, and raising 3 kids all need my yoga practice to thrive. While my first class mirrored more ashtanga and led me to savasana on a moist mat, today I prefer a gentle and restorative practice with a large dose of pranayama and meditation. Don't get me wrong, I do love impressing my teenage daughter with a handstand now and again.
Its my true belief that any yoga path you take makes you the best possible version of yourself, so why wouldn't you? Teaching yoga came with friends at first, then trainings, advancements, certifications, and even the co-creation of Anandamama Prenatal Yoga Teacher Training Program and the Anand Menza Restorative Training. Outside of New York, I've taught in Stockholm, Helsinki, London, Los Angeles, and India. From babies still in their mama's bellies to a 97 year old darling, I treasure it all.