Backing up a bit. My yoga practice began in 1996. I moved to New York after years in Washington, DC -- leaving a nice apartment and a nice man to move to the East Village and live with an old friend. My life changed dramatically. At that time the only way I found to quell the anxiety of such a big move was yoga. I galloped around New York finding homes in different studios, each one different and adding to my journey: at Jivamukti, I felt I was a yoga purist and was determined to be vegetarian; at Integral Yoga, I found pure joy and peace in my practice; at Dharma Mittra's it felt like a little slice of India and the real deal, plus I loved studying at the foot of a master. This went on and became a staple of my existence.
Back to 9/11. That day, everything shifted. Yoga went from being my grounding activity to my savior as I became unemployed. Who me, unemployed? But why not me? And then other big events took place that shake us deeply: loss of a parent, illness, and somehow I keep crawling back to yoga. I started spending all my time (after job hunting, of course) at the Interfaith League -- a Hare Krishna Center on the Lower East Side. There, if you could prove you were unemployed, yoga was free. Guess what: new yoga home! But there the deep work of yoga as a transformational tool began. Practicing deep meditation and really listening to those callings in my soul after 2 hours of asana and pranayama -- that's when the profound change occurred. And the more I worked from a deeper level in the practice is when the stuck became the unstuck and the deep longings became actionable, "put-in-place" desires.
I credit yoga for allowing me to open to my true self. As I say to my students, yoga opens us to the possibilities and the possibilities become transformations. In 2004 I did my first of 2 teacher trainings, and in 2007 I left a major and lucrative corporate job to follow this path. Today I teach yoga and run my own wellness marketing agency. None of this would have happened without the practice.