Yoga, Beauty, and Rock-n-Roll in the real world
Fast forward 4 years: After teaching in various studios in The Hudson Valley, I formed a partnership with another teacher and opened a studio in Rhinebeck NY. It was an incredible adventure and I did some of the work I am most proud of to date, But alas all things come to an end...
Fast forward again 6 years: Shortly after the birth of my second child, yes I actually have TWO children--I discovered Leslie Kaminoff and Amy Mathews of the Breathing Project in NYC. My mind was officially blown. It's here where my interest in Anatomy and Kinesthesiology was firmly rooted and began to blossom. I made it my mission to learn as much as possible about the body and breath as it relates to yoga and why this practice saves me every day. In addition to being a teacher, a mom and a musician--I am also a stylist, but that's a story for another day. Most importantly though and above all else it's not only yoga, but humor and laughter that keep me from committing unspeakable atrocities on a regular basis.
Life is a creative adventure... I began mine in theater and music, which brought me to
the shores of New York City where I did pretty much everything for a living BESIDES
theater and music. Life was full of a few ups and lots and lots of downs...so on the advice
of a roomate I took a yoga class. At first I thought I was attending a cult worship group with large pictures of swamis on the walls and teachers dressed all in white--but damn if I didn't feel better when I walked out of that class. I continued to go to yoga whenever possible. Sometimes the choice was: eat or take class-- usually I ate, and damn if that didn't make me feel better too!
Eventually I signed a record deal and my now defunct band Jake made an album at the now defunct Bearsville Studios in Woodstock NY.
It was in this little big town that I met a wonderful teacher who mentored me and encouraged me to go to India to study and complete my first Teacher Training. In India I lived on an ashram...in a tent. I got up at 5 a.m. every day, I studied 10 hours a day, I cleaned the long-drops (that's Indian for toilets)--I thought I was going to die. I didn't.