I am a devoted yoga practitioner.

My journey began in 2015, when I took my first Ashtanga Vinyasa Yoga class. Since then, Yoga has been the path through which I move through life.

I experience Yoga as a way of meeting myself and others more intimately, of gently peeling back the subtle layers of existence, of resting in the quiet search for truth.

A path of unbinding from conditioned thought, of learning to inhabit the world with greater presence and care, of listening more deeply to life, to others, to what moves through the heart.

A path toward individual and collective liberation, expressed through acts of love toward all beings.

I find Yoga in river streams and mountain vastness, in the oldest roots of trees and the restless breath of the sea, in clear skies and in days that feel heavy with shadow.

I find Yoga in the speech of a child, in the questions of a wandering soul, in the final breath of an old woman.

I feel Yoga in the pulse of creation, in the effort that sustains all things, and in the quiet unraveling toward dissolution.

I experience Yoga as Love.

Not as idea, not as belief, but as the very texture of existence.