24/10/2025
In just over a week, I’ll be heading to India for another yoga training, this time to deepen my practice at the Sivananda Ashram.
This has me reflecting on my very first training, the one that built the foundation for the life I’ve been living ever since. Immersing in yoga not just as asana but as a philosophy and way of life. I couldn’t have imagined at the time that this was awakening parts of myself that were waiting to come alive for reasons far beyond a physical practice…
I still remember how terrified I felt at the thought of speaking to a room of people and how much I cried realising how much within me would need to shift to make that possible. That same space also introduced me to kirtan, a practice that continues to guide and heal me in ways I never anticipated.
Walking a spiritual path through yoga and completing my first teacher training opened me in ways I could never have imagined. It offered moments of deep pain and challenge, but equally, it revealed immense liberation, healing, and grace.
I’ve come to realise that a spiritual path is far from linear and demands a deep trust in faith and the willingness to surrender. Devotion, I’ve learned, often walks hand in hand with pain, and that pain can become a profound teacher in the unfolding of one’s journey.
Through this process, I discovered what it means to cultivate my own sense of truth, to listen inwardly and honor my experience, even when it feels uncertain. I’ve learned that I am allowed to grow, to make mistakes, and to hold myself with compassion as I navigate a world so vast, complex, and interwoven with wisdom, culture, and mystery. In that awareness, I’ve accepted that I will forever be both a student and a beginner.
I’ve learned the quiet art of forgiveness and the gentle strength of letting go. I’ve learned that not everything is as it seems AND that’s ok.
Feeling deeply humbled and ready for whatever this next chapter in India will bring. Already incredibly excited for what I will bring back!
