You know that saying “There’s beauty in the struggle”? I am the living embodiment of it - not in the sense that I’m beautiful because I struggle, but more like my struggle is beautiful because it’s SO REAL.  How do I know that? First of all, because I was blessed with a stiff body, made to run, and be in the field all day, planting crops (as per my ancestors). With the help of embodiment practices, my body has gradually learned how to open up and untangle all the stories it's learned or stored throughout my upbringing. 

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With the help of my many teachers from my own practices (ashtanga yoga, zen meditation, bodywork) and also with the unspoken words of other sentient beings (redwoods, ferns, birds, sloths), I have slowly delved deeper and deeper into the layers that connect the body with the nervous system. To make it simple - I have learned (and still am) what it means to truly feel RESTED and CONNECTED to my deep self. 

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As each year unfolds, I am continuously curious and mesmerized at how fascinating the mind-body connection is. Sometimes, my hardest work does not lie in anything physical that I might be doing with my hands, but in the deep relationship that is created within each encounter with my clients. 

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