How my love for yoga began

I came across yoga shortly after leaving Paris, when I moved to bustling London in 2002. The first class I attended - in February 2003 - was a Vinyasa Flow class, which left me sweaty, shaky, huffing and puffing.
I had pushed too hard in my attempt to keep up with more advanced students.
I was also intrigued by some of the concepts the teacher brought into class. Pearls of wisdom were shared and I was reminded of the importance to be kind and compassionate towards others but also myself.

My inspiration

The person teaching that very first yoga class was the dancer-trained Rebecca Parker, who later went on to train me over two years to become a teacher too. Under her guidance and inspiration, I was able to reconnect with my own ultra-modest ballet background, flowing from one shape into another through smooth transitions. I slowly developed enough confidence in my teaching to actually stand in front of a class, in spite of English not being my native language. Ironically, I am now struggling to teach a yoga class in French!

My connection with yoga

Yoga has been a truly wonderful tool to help me deal with life challenges: the loss of loved ones, relationships, work changes, moves, motherhood.

I know very well how it feels like to experience setbacks, loss of confidence and to a certain extent, a loss of identity too. Parents, you would be familiar with that one: your arms are a bed, your clothes a bib, your hands are for washing and cleaning… and repeat.

Luckily, yoga has brought me back every time by reminding me that “I AM”. I love the physical, movement-based aspect of yoga but what has kept me practicing and teaching throughout my late-20s, 30s and now early 40s is that yoga helps transform and heal and this what I want to share with you!