KATIE

“And, as tends to happen, it took me 7 months teaching yoga in Cambodia, several near break-ups, a lot of self-medication, 7 more months back in Vermont with my family, quite a bit more deeply damaging inner turmoil, excessive screaming, crying, and guilt-tripping before I finally mustered the courage to end things for good.
And I know this seems like more of a story about a shitty relationship than anything about yoga, but what I’m really trying to say is that throughout four of the most tumultuous years of my life to date, yoga was the ​one​ constant. The one thing I always had with me.
Away from my friends, my family, the people and things that I hold most dear - yoga became my family.
When I needed to pause, reflect, let something go - rather than crawling into my mom’s bed or calling my brother, I would get on my mat.
Yoga was my confidence, my love, my peace. When I was in the darkest of spots, yoga brought people (strangers, really) into my life that reminded me what love should look like. Sharing the practice of yoga with my students began to teach me what I should be seeking in my own life.
And even after I had returned to the familiarity of my parents’ house in Vermont, being in the studio, teaching, was the time that I felt most at peace. Most centered. Most grounded. Most myself.
Yoga brought me home. Yoga brought me ​myself.”