My path through yoga has been anything but linear and that’s exactly what shaped the teacher I am.

I began with Baptiste Power Vinyasa, completing my 200-hour certification in 2016 at The House of Yoga, London. Baptiste gave me discipline, fire, and a deep love for the practice. At the time slowing down was a real struggle and I really disliked yoga, so it was no surprise the attraction I had for the pace for Power Yoga. Over time, my curiosity pulled me toward different practices, something more fluid, less about power, more about presence. Sequencing Yoga wasn’t enough. Something felt missing. I felt my anatomy knowledge lacking…

That led me to Yin Yoga and Anatomy with Cal Wansbrough (Yoga in the Big Smoke) in 2019, where I found a practice I could fall into rather than push through. The connection to the Elements, Chinese medicine and the body’s deeper connective tissue spoke to something I hadn’t found elsewhere, a functional, intelligent approach to how we hold and release. This has drastically shifted how I also moved in my stronger dynamic practices.

Mandala Yoga (The Yoga People, London) (2021) brought in creativity nstead of moving, instead of the typical back and forth along a single straight line, you move in a 360-degree circle around the mat.

And my 500-hour Dharma Yoga training (2020) gave me the framework I’d been searching for : Dharma Yoga is a graceful, deeply devotional system of classical Hatha-Raja yoga created by yoga master Sri Dharma Mittra. This complete practice integrates physical mastery with spiritual devotion, placing a distinct emphasis on progressive inversions and deep, heart-opening backbends held statically to cultivate mental clarity and inner stillness.

What started as a physical practice for me… took me inward & brought me back to myself with more contentment and confidence that I’d lost over time, especially through motherhood.

Where I Am Now

Life did what life does: COVID, a move, a new country, work burnout, pregnancy, a baby, a whole rebuilt world. And for a while, the mat wasn’t where I was.

Today, my attic is where I come back to move, breathe, and reconnect with myself. Sometimes it’s a quiet personal practice. Other days it’s something I have to squeeze in. Because life as a mum who also works is real. I sometimes find resistance in rolling out the mat. But whenever I do, magic happens. I remember why I fell in love with this practice in the first place.

So this is me being honest: I am finding my way back, and making yoga part of my ritual again. If you’re drawn to a space that’s grounded, real, and moving forward with curiosity rather than certainty, I’d love for you to join me on this.