My yoga journey started when I was 16, in the cozy house studio of a friend-of-a-friend — you know the vibe: incense, creaky hardwood floors, a room full of strangers who somehow all feel like family. Fast forward to my university days in Ottawa, and I found myself immersed in all kinds of yoga styles and spiritual expressions that opened my mind (and hips… hello pigeon pose).

At first, I loved the physicality of it — the challenge, the stretch, the movement. But what really hooked me was the breath. Something I used to think just happened in the background, suddenly felt like a gateway to something… deeper. At the end of each class, I’d leave with this weird, magical, grounding, floaty feeling that I couldn’t explain — but knew I needed more of.

That’s what I aim to create as a yoga teacher. My classes aren’t just about the movement (though yes, your hamstrings will thank me later). They’re slow, intentional, mobility-focused classes that support your long-term physical function and your nervous system. It’s about creating calm, cultivating connection, and sprinkling in little “Aha!” moments along the way — whatever that looks like for you.