YOGA
I teach breath-centered vinyasa yoga that builds toward deep rest and inner alignment. Every class is designed to help you come home to yourself — to find acceptance, strength, and peace exactly where you are.
This practice has been my anchor for over a decade, through grief and joy, crisis and celebration. What I offer comes from lived experience: yoga as medicine, breath as liberation, and the transformative experience of truly inhabiting your own body.
UPCOMING CLASSES
HOW I TEACH
I teach vinyasa-based classes with breath linked to movement — but you'll find more focus on breath than in most yoga classes. That's what students tell me, again and again.
Every class I lead has one sacred objective: building toward a restful Shavasana with a quiet mind. We journey there together, pushing ourselves to our edge gently, building strength and flexibility through longer holds, deeper exhales, and mindful preparation for that final, crucial rest.
Because here's what I've learned: the world is not set up for us to rest. The world is not set up for us to breathe deeply, to inhabit our bodies fully, to remember that we are more than our productivity or our pain. Yoga class might be the only hour in your week where someone guides you back to yourself.
In my classes, you can expect:
Breath as medicine.
We use the exhale to release what no longer serves, the inhale to draw in what we need. Breath becomes a tool for nervous system regulation, for presence, for coming home to your body. And most importantly during class, as a tool we can use to create a restful savasana at the end of class.
Affirmations that land.
Words woven throughout class and sometimes during savasana that remind you of your inherent worth, your capacity for change, your right to take up space and breathe deeply.
Permission to be exactly where you are.
Whether you're in crisis or celebration, seeking strength or seeking softness, my classes welcome you there. If you need to spend half the class in child’s pose because you’re crying, I’ve been there. If you’d like to go to savasana 20 minutes early, go for it. I make suggestions for both movement and breath, but the breath is what’s most important.
Beginners are always welcome
In fact, I let every new student know what an honor it is to welcome them to the practice. And then I usually proceed to tell everyone I see that day that I just had the chance to introduce someone to yoga. If you read the next section about how I found yoga, you’ll understand why I cherish this opportunity so much.
How i discovered yoga & myself
September 2012. I was unraveling. My father had just told me he was dying of pancreatic cancer — not here to help me set up my Denver apartment like he'd said, but to deliver news that would shatter everything I thought I knew about time and love and what mattered.
I had just come out as gay, surprising myself and everyone around me at a concert where paranoia from withdrawing from psychiatric medication had finally cracked me open to a truth I'd been hiding even from myself.
I was 26, alone in a new city, world turned upside down.
So I did what felt right: I got in my car and drove west on I-70 into the mountains. No plan, just driving toward something bigger than the pain. What I would later call "mountain therapy" — that instinct to seek vastness when life feels impossible.
When I came back, my phone had a message from a dear friend who knew what I was going through. She was in yoga teacher training and essentially gave me no choice: there was a class, I had to come, it was exactly what I needed.
Earlier that year, a friend in New York had suggested yoga during another moment of deep upset. I laughed in her face. Yoga? I thought I could absolutely never.
But grief has a way of making you try things you never thought possible.
What I Found on That Mat
That first class didn't just calm me down — it cracked me open to acceptance I didn't know was possible.
Very quickly, I found acceptance of my father's path. I found acceptance of myself, of my identity, of the messy beautiful truth of who I actually was. I found a spiritual experience through movement and breath that felt more real than anything I'd encountered in 26 years of living.
Looking back now, I realize my life had been completely surface level until I discovered yoga. I was going through the motions of existing, medicated into numbness, performing a version of myself that felt safe but empty.
Yoga helped me find meaning in life. It helped me find life and living within my body. It taught me that transformation doesn't happen through force or willpower — it happens through breath, presence, and the courage to meet yourself exactly where you are.
YOGA SHOWED ME THE WAY HOME TO MYSELF.
YOGA HELD MY HEART WHILE IT ACHED & SHOWED ME HOW TO NAVIGATE THE UNEXPECTED.
And over the next decade, every single time I've noticed myself getting off track — through grief, through burnout, through the challenges of building organizations and navigating loss — I have turned to this practice to reset, reenter, reframe, and regroup.
These days, I get a little less far off the track. But yoga is still there, still helping me align with who I want to be, how I want to be, and the way I feel most engaged with life: actively pursuing the practice.