Roots

The foundation of my practice.

It all began roughly aged 10, sitting at the back of a church hall quietly colouring-in whilst my mother practised hatha yoga, taught by the inspirational Brigitte McDevitt.

At a point over the coming years that I can't exactly remember, I grew out of colouring-in and grew into yoga. I was fortunate enough to practise under Brigitte's guideance for around 6 years until university beckoned.

Whilst at university I stumbled across ashtanga, and was fairly rapidly hooked on this dynamic practice, offering a pleasing balance to the more measured and considered hatha teachings I had experienced until that point.

After university came a relocation to Italy, and so yoga in Italian - an experience perhaps more illuminating linguistically than spiritually, however an experience nonetheless.

Once back in London, I was able to let my yogic appetite rip upon many different classes - ranging from hatha to rocket, kundalini to jivamukti, vinyasa to yin. I could go on detailing the many styles I have been lucky enough to experience, but it suffices to say this: there have been many styles, and if I have anything to do with it, there will be many more styles.

In 2015 I made my dream a reality, and took my 200-hours Vinyasa Yoga teacher training in Rishikesh, India. Then, in 2019 I completed my 300-hours Advanced Yoga teacher training in London with Erin Prichard. I am eternally grateful to each and every teacher I have met along my way, in training courses, classes and studios - you have all moulded and educated me in some way or another.

The roots of my yogic journey run deep, from that 10-year old colouring-in whilst lending half an ear to what was being said, to the individual I am today. Yoga is more than a mat for me. My practice is more than a form of movement or exercise. I believe yoga teaches us how to live, and it teaches us how to grow. Through my teaching I hope to bring yoga, in any or all of its guises, to as many people as possible.

Because, why not?