I have been practicing yoga for more than fifteen years. Within those years, there have been large gaps where my practice paused. In 2008, while living in New York City, I began practicing weekly. I was deep into my corporate career, living and loving the bustle of the Manhattan lifestyle, which also meant I lacked any sense of balance or solid wellbeing practices. My job was my life.
Enter yoga again and everything began to change. I found a teacher that seemed to speak directly into my body. Just as I wanted to give into the struggle of a pose, or compare myself to another’s practice, her words would redirect my focus, my attention and bring me back to my own mat, my body. I began to feel into my body in ways I never knew existed.
This was the beginning of a deep healing, a recalibration of myself with my flesh, a relationship that for many years was riddled with rejection and distrust. I rejected my body and my body distrusted me. That was, until I met Katie.
To this day, and now as a yoga teacher myself, I still remember and am influenced by the workshop style of teaching she integrated into her 75-minute sequences and the elegant ways she weaved in the sacred.
There is a place that we come to in a yoga class, it’s like the heart of every part of us begins to open. Our yoga teacher awakens this, speaks to this, draws this out, and we begin to heal.