I teach old school yoga.

I began practicing yoga in 1983. In those first classes I took, there was no music, no incense, no fancy yoga clothes. Those classes left me feeling peaceful. At the time, it was a peace that I desperately needed. In those classes, the teacher guided us to move slowly and listen closely to our bodies. We allowed ourselves to settle into the poses to the point where we weren’t doing the poses, but BEING the poses.

Over the years, I’ve seen yoga get faster, hotter, louder (and more stylish). In some classes, savasana is a two-minute afterthought. The Western evolution of yoga has been successful in generating income, but I think it undermines the process of teaching yoga.

I believe in the transformational power of yoga. I’ve experienced it myself and know deeply that there’s something real to yoga’s enigmatic inquiry. I’ve witnessed the same thing that happened for me in students that have come to practice with me. The yoga that’s true for me isn’t one that’s about burning calories, sweating or working out. Many of us are already over-stressed, over-stimulated and distracted (especially now during this pandemic). I understand that sweaty, loud, fast-paced yoga works for a lot of people, but it feels like the opposite of what I need.

I can only teach from my own practice. Old school. The yoga I teach is simple, slow and gives the student space to feel. The breath is used as a tool for transformation. Students learn to experience the experience instead of reacting to it. Hopefully, this helps them off the mat in their daily lives.

I care about my students and I’m passionate about yoga. I want them to experience the true power of yoga.