Exercise and health have always been a part of my life. I grew up with Jane Fonda aerobics in the 80’s, where big hair, high kicks and loud music were essential. I ran 5ks and marathons. I learned early in my life that eating well and moving my body made me feel better. In 2012, a good friend invited me to a different type of workout, “I want you to come to a 26 and 2 yoga class. I think you’ll like it,” she said. I was way late to the yoga scene, so when I said, “yes,” I said yes to my first yoga experience. I survived my first class and came away with more questions than answers. I was intrigued. This so-called workout, also seemed to touch on my intellect and my emotions. How was that? I needed to find out more. I kept coming. I continued to struggle, and sweat, and learn...about my body, my mind, my heart. This yoga broke me open, which allowed me to see truth and start to heal.
The messages I hear on my mat when I’m moving in and out of postures are often metaphors I apply to my life outside the room; as a mother of four boys, as a life partner, as a spiritual director trainee, and as an engaged citizen of the world. It’s exercise and therapy! I walk out of class a fuller version of myself, every time.