My Yoga Journey

I found yoga, as many do, without really looking for it. My mom dragged me to a few classes with her while I was in high school, partly for company and partly with the hopes that something, anything would calm me down. Growing up I was tightly-wound, persistently restless, hopelessly perfectionistic, impulsive and strong-spirited to the

Un-becoming a human-doing.

I’ve just arrived to Mana Yoga Retreat Center where I’ll be spending the next month working & playing & resting & learning & connecting & practicing, but mostly resting. I settled into my first of many New Zealand homes here in the Manaia hills and I felt this unshakable sense of restlessness. I wracked my