My life started in San Francisco. As a kid I was always climbing, a foreshadowing of a life filled with movement.
I graduated from Mills College in Oakland, CA with a degree in Dance, and spent seven years in the Bay Area dancing and teaching dance. I started practicing a bit of yoga. The union of movement with spirituality piqued my curiosity.
Later, I moved to glorious New York to fulfill a longtime dream of living in the big city. I felt right at home in downtown Manhattan with the constant buzz and endless opportunities for culture and shopping. I met the smart, funny and hot love of my life, Michael Cecconi, in New York University's TISCH dance studio where we both got MFA’s in Dance and Choreography.
For a respite from the fierce dance world, I practiced yoga in the smoky incense of Jivamukti. Even though the chants were loud, the practice offered me quiet within the bustle. Over time it became clear that I was much happier on my thin blue yoga mat than in the mirrored dance studio.
I discovered Cyndi Lee’s OM Yoga Center, where Iyengar alignment meshed with vinyasa flow and Buddhist principles. I attended teacher training in 2001, and from day one I was riveted by the world of observing bodies and breath. Teacher training felt like strapping into the grandest roller coaster around and going for the ride of my life.
I taught a gazillion OM yoga classes and workshops—and, in 2006, I joined the prestigious teacher training faculty at OM. It was a dreamy time in my career, teaching budding teachers and leading many classes to strong, focused yogis. I also taught trainings and workshops around the U.S. and in Brazil, China, Costa Rica, and Italy. My travel lust—sparked at a young age when I spent a year of high-school in Barcelona—was being satiated through my work.
Curious about relaxation, I attended Judith Lasater’s training in San Francisco in 2002 and had the privilege of introducing restorative yoga to our New York community on perfectly new blue bolsters.
My son was born on a snowy night in 2009 and inquisitive about what had just happened to me, I trained in prenatal yoga at Integral Yoga on 12th street. Then I began teaching pregnant women and their morphing bellies.
After 18 years drinking up NYC, I made the move home to San Francisco to be with my family. It felt important to hold my dad’s hand almost every day in his final years.
On a quest for sun, community, diversity, and great food I moved over to Oakland.
Besides teaching weekly classes at Namaste and You and the Mat in the East Bay and at the Jewish Community Center in San Francisco, I teach privately and lead annual retreats locally and around the world.
Come to class or sign up for a retreat or training. I will share my limitless joy for yoga.