about me

This is that story

I grew up in Melbourne, Australia as an only child to a single mother.  I watched Jerry Springer and South Park from when I was 10 years old.  I listened to my Discman on the way to school and hated how it skipped when the train got bumpy.

As a teenager, I wanted to be somebody

 I studied law and spent a lot of time in uncomfortable social situations pretending I knew how to debone a fish, lay a napkin or order wine.  It was around then that I started grinding my teeth in my sleep.

Working at a law firm was a turning point in my life.  My first big shock:

the usual markers of success don’t always make you happy. Good lawyers aren’t necessarily good people? 

I Joined a cult (briefly)

After quitting my job in Perth I traveled overland from Cape Town to Addis Ababa.  The year was 2014 and after 9 months on the road I flew to New York in search of a hot shower.  

During 5 years in New York I fell into the cult of Kundalini yoga.  I studied an MFA in Creative Writing at the New School, and one day I’ll finish the book I started there.  

New York, 2016. She meant well.

‘It was dogmatic and authoritarian.  But I was at a crossroads and in search of community.

Turns out yoga can be anything you want it to be

Even as I began to see kundalini for what it was and stopped practising it, I yearned for connection and community. For mental, spiritual and physical cultivation.

Modern vinyasa yoga has given me the generous and generative framework from which I create my practices, and a safe harbour from which to explore the mind and body. The teachers I now gravitate towards, including Brooklyn Reardon and Steph Cusack have shown me how to ask questions and celebrate differences. No more enlightenment theatre, just great yoga with a vibe.

Based on my own experiences with shame and never feeling good enough, my classes are a compassionate container that holds you just as you are.