23/07/2026
𝘞𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.
Reflecting on 25 years of yoga.
Not the poses.
The people.
The friendships.
The places.
The teachers.
The conversations that quietly changed everything.
Twenty-five years ago, I thought yoga might help me heal an injury. I had no idea it would help shape an entire life.
What began with an injured triathlete walking into a converted church in Santa Barbara became decades of teachers, trainings, and communities that carried me through so many seasons.
I wasn’t looking for spirituality.
I was an injured triathlete simply trying to heal.
One class, one teacher and one studio led to another.....and eventually to Yoga Soup—a place that has always felt like coming home.
Before there was Yoga Soup, there was my Aunt Annie.
She was the one who first invited me onto a yoga mat, and instrumental in guiding the direction of my faith and life.
Looking back now, I realize she gave me much more than an introduction to yoga.
My first 200-hour Yoga Teacher Training happened for very practical reasons.
As the Wellness Director of an athletic club in Santa Barbara, I always needed more yoga teachers.
I had no idea I would still be one today.
Heart Rocks.
Years later, another invitation. A second 200-hour. A remarkable collection of strangers turned family.
Sometimes the biggest turning points arrive as the gentlest invitations, and carry the deepest meaning.
One training became another.
Anatomy.
Breath.
Fascia.
Functional movement.
Trauma-informed practice.
Yin.
Ayruveda.
My hunger to learn only grew.
500+ hours of formal training.
A lifetime of learning.
Thousands of ordinary returns to the mat, never quite knowing where they were leading.
..and so many teachers who poured into me long before I realized just how much I needed them.
For many years, I came to this practice needing to be filled up.
