Return Yoga

Once upon a time, I fell off of the bar where I was dancing for my tips. Face first. Onto a yoga mat. It was a confusing experience. But I never left the mat.

I went to teacher training without any intention of being a teacher. But immediately afterwards I was asked to teach, and again I’ve never stopped. I never stopped studying and looking for the best teachers and training I could find, and I never stopped trying to bridge the gap between dominant culture and intentional healing, critical thinking and personal change.

I taught in typical, commercial yoga studios. But I also lugged an Ikea bag full of yoga mats around to youth crisis centers and domestic violence shelters. I didn’t have any clear plan or organization but because it felt important like an important thing to do. It bridged my worlds and identities.