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I spent much of my life playing catch-up with my four older siblings. I invested a lot of my time in finding activities that were “mine” and that would set me apart from my brothers and sister. When it came time to pick an instrument in band, would I choose the clarinet or trumpet like my siblings? Absolutely not. I would be a flutist. When it came time to pick a college, would I follow my parents and siblings to the same university they all attended? Absolutely not. I would attend a small liberal arts college.

This independent streak could also be construed as stubbornness. And it was that streak that kept me from embracing yoga early in my life. Even while I had friends in high school falling in love with the practice, I insisted that I was “not flexible enough” for yoga. It was finally a Groupon and the encouragement of my good friend Mara that brought me onto the mat.

Yoga came to me during a vulnerable time in my life. My husband and I were still learning how to live together and how to navigate this marriage thing we signed onto. I was job searching after being in national service for two years. And I found out my last living grandparent, my grandmother Margaret, was diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer. It was a lot to say the least.

But in that time when I would practice, none of this mattered. I was in my body, out of my head, and sending my strength to the woman in my life who needed it most -- my grandmother. I had experienced the power of this practice and haven’t turned back. I am still working on that independent streak every time I unroll my mat. But hey, it is a practice and not a perfect.

As a practitioner, I love powerful flow yoga that ends in deep and relaxing meditation. The best way to handle what is going on in my head is by first exhausting my body. As a teacher, I love working with beginners who are just finding their way. I try to keep the mood light because after all, a pose is just a pose.

I completed my 200 hour Yoga Teacher Training at Be Here Now Yoga. One class became two which then became three. Later on, they let me manage the place. And the rest, as they say, is history.