My journey into yoga began in the tender, chaotic days of new motherhood. As a parent navigating the complexities of life and an awakening to deeper spiritual truths, I stumbled into an Ashtanga class. The discipline of the practice captivated me, yet it was the stillness of shavasana that truly spoke to my soul.

Yet, despite the solace, something felt misaligned. The rapid pace, the emphasis on achievement, and the subtle culture of striving left me yearning for something deeper—something that honoured the quiet wisdom within rather than external performance.

A serendipitous encounter with a dedicated teacher changed everything. Through personalised sessions, I learned to turn inward, to listen, to move in harmony with my own rhythm. A fire was lit—I longed to embark on teacher training. But life had other plans. An unexpected accident, followed by my second pregnancy, placed my aspirations on hold.

After childbirth, I faced the challenge of reconnecting with a body that felt both unfamiliar and miraculous. It was through the unwavering guidance of my yoga mentor that I came to see my body not as something to 'return to' but as something to honour in its evolving form.

Despite attending numerous retreats, I often found myself disheartened by the subtle undercurrents of competition. The pressure to push further, to achieve more, felt at odds with the very essence of yoga. My heart longed for a more authentic path.

A deep calling led me to an ashram in Goa, where I immersed myself in the teachings of non-dualistic Tantra—the path of the Divine Mother. Yet, grief cast its shadow over my experience. My father had passed away, and amidst the sacred chants and ancient wisdom, my heart ached with loss.

Returning home, I was drawn once again to teacher training, this time through Vinyasa Yoga. The poetry of movement synchronised with breath fascinated me. But as life unfolded, so did my body’s needs. The transition into perimenopause urged me to soften, to honour a different kind of strength. I embraced specialised training tailored to this sacred shift, recognising that true wisdom lies in attuning to the body's ever-changing rhythm.

Through all of this, my deepest intention remained unchanged: to cultivate a practice that nourished self-awareness, presence, and a profound understanding of life’s unfolding mysteries. My path led me to the heart of Tantric philosophy, to the luminous teachings of Kashmir Shaivism, and to the wisdom of many teachers, including Mark Whitwell and Rosalind Atkinson. Their approach—the lost teachings of Krishnamacharya—offered a stark contrast to mainstream yoga, aligning instead with the natural intelligence of breath, movement, and devotion.

Now, after 25 years of walking this path, I have found a practice that resonates with the deepest longing of my heart. The Way of the Heart Yoga is not just a practice; it is a homecoming. It is a return to the true connection between body, breath, and mind, where we arrive at a natural state of meditation.

I do not teach out of obligation, but as an offering—from my heart to yours. This path, these teachings, and this way of being remain the cornerstone of my life, nurturing a sacred connection between myself, my spirit, and the vast mystery of existence.